Category Archives: An Atlas Poetic

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

Dreaming of what once was, ought be, may be and shall be, the illustrious literati of human history,

luminaries including Plato, Aristotle, Locke, Socrates …

… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

Visionaries see that hindsight is 20-20. They see that the record of Donny’s presidency

is a harbinger, of a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

Whoops! How embarrassing!  Donny’s bluff against Kim worked, thanks to a comedy
of errors. Art has found, in Kim and Don, tragi-comedy.

The frequency of Kim’s missile mishaps suggests sabotage is behind, missile failures;

American, sabotage, rather than, random trial and error.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to His grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Donny, Art and the Kim, to do what’s been bidden, by Him.

Now that we have the technology and addresses, why not do what Donny, the POTUS

can not, will not, or refuses to do, on behalf of … all of us?

More importantly (given that the sovereigns shall not negotiate away their sovereignty)

why not then, tweet directly to sovereigns, on sovereignty?

On tweaking twitter-diplomacy: Why is it that Kim and Don only threaten one another?

Their brother Art would have them be brotherly, on Twitter.

To tweak twitter-diplomacy why don’t Kim and Don tweet more sweetly to each other?

Brother Art would have them be, more brotherly, on Twitter.

Chicken, anyone? Donny, the president, ups the ante in sending an armada of warships

in answer to Kim’s threat to nuke cruising American warships.

Enthralled, a planet looks on, oblivious to what’s going on behind scenes, oblivious too

to what’s going on, on stage, oblivious to their humanity too.

To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy, for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail to Twitter, use.

To be, or not to be?’ I quote myself and Hamlet too. It is beyond crazy for two brothers,

incommunicado, not to Direct Message one another on Twitter.

The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, “Let’s make a deal.”

Even more enthralled, the very last of the Watchers, Penemue, looked on too. Giver, to

humanity, of poetry, pursuant to plan, he penitently prays to ….

… Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh; thanking Him for his part in His story, known, as history;

for Russian ruses are proving proximal, to American, foreign policy.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

Whoops! How embarrassing!  Donny’s bluff against Kim worked, thanks to a comedy
of errors. Art has found, in Kim and Don, tragi-comedy.

The frequency of Kim’s missile mishaps suggests sabotage is behind, missile failures;

American, sabotage, rather than, random trial and error.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to His grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Donny, Art and the Kim, to do what’s been bidden, by Him.

Now that we have the technology and addresses, why not do what Donny, the POTUS

can not, will not, or refuses to do, on behalf of … all of us?

More importantly (given that the sovereigns shall not negotiate away their sovereignty)

why not then, tweet directly to sovereigns, on sovereignty?

On tweaking twitter-diplomacy: Why is it that Kim and Don only threaten one another?

Their brother Art would have them be brotherly, on Twitter.

To tweak twitter-diplomacy why don’t Kim and Don tweet more sweetly to each other?

Brother Art would have them be, more brotherly, on Twitter.

Chicken, anyone? Donny, the president, ups the ante in sending an armada of warships

in answer to Kim’s threat to nuke cruising American warships.

Enthralled, a planet looks on, oblivious to what’s going on behind scenes, oblivious too

to what’s going on, on stage, oblivious to their humanity too.

To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy, for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail to Twitter, use.

To be, or not to be?’ I quote myself and Hamlet too. It is beyond crazy for two brothers,

incommunicado, not to Direct Message one another on Twitter.

The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, “Let’s make a deal.”

Even more enthralled, the very last of the Watchers, Penemue, looked on too. Giver, to

humanity, of poetry, pursuant to plan, he penitently prays to ….

… Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh; thanking Him for his part in His story, known, as history;

for Russian ruses are proving proximal, to American, foreign policy.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

The frequency of Kim’s missile mishaps suggests sabotage is behind, missile failures;

American, sabotage, rather than, random trial and error.

A synchronicity of events pursuant to His grand plan has brought three brothers grim,

Donny, Art and the Kim, to do what’s been bidden, by Him.

Now that we have the technology and addresses, why not do what Donny, the POTUS

can not, will not, or refuses to do, on behalf of … all of us?

More importantly (given that the sovereigns shall not negotiate away their sovereignty)

why not then, tweet directly to sovereigns, on sovereignty?

On tweaking twitter-diplomacy: Why is it that Kim and Don only threaten one another?

Their brother Art would have them be brotherly, on Twitter.

To tweak twitter-diplomacy why don’t Kim and Don tweet more sweetly to each other?

Brother Art would have them be, more brotherly, on Twitter.

Chicken, anyone? Donny, the president, ups the ante in sending an armada of warships

in answer to Kim’s threat to nuke cruising American warships.

Enthralled, a planet looks on, oblivious to what’s going on behind scenes, oblivious too

to what’s going on, on stage, oblivious to their humanity too.

To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy, for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail to Twitter, use.

To be, or not to be?’ I quote myself and Hamlet too. It is beyond crazy for two brothers,

incommunicado, not to Direct Message one another on Twitter.

The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, “Let’s make a deal.”

Even more enthralled, the very last of the Watchers, Penemue, looked on too. Giver, to

humanity, of poetry, pursuant to plan, he penitently prays to ….

… Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh; thanking Him for his part in His story, known, as history;

for Russian ruses are proving proximal, to American, foreign policy.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

More importantly (given that the sovereigns shall not negotiate away their sovereignty)

why not then, tweet directly to sovereigns, on sovereignty?

On tweaking twitter-diplomacy: Why is it that Kim and Don only threaten one another?

Their brother Art would have them be brotherly, on Twitter.

To tweak twitter-diplomacy why don’t Kim and Don tweet more sweetly to each other?

Brother Art would have them be, more brotherly, on Twitter.

Chicken, anyone? Donny, the president, ups the ante in sending an armada of warships

in answer to Kim’s threat to nuke cruising American warships.

Enthralled, a planet looks on, oblivious to what’s going on behind scenes, oblivious too

to what’s going on, on stage, oblivious to their humanity too.

To be or not to be?’ Verily, I quote myself, and Hamlet; it is beyond crazy, for these two

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail to Twitter, use.

To be, or not to be?’ I quote myself and Hamlet too. It is beyond crazy for two brothers,

incommunicado, not to Direct Message one another on Twitter.

The Western-educated and American pop culture obsessed Kim, IS really ready to deal

with Don and Art. Last night, Kim told them, “Let’s make a deal.”

Even more enthralled, the very last of the Watchers, Penemue, looked on too. Giver, to

humanity, of poetry, pursuant to plan, he penitently prays to ….

… Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh; thanking Him for his part in His story, known, as history;

for Russian ruses are proving proximal, to American, foreign policy.

ON PARANOIA AND ISLAMOPHOBIA: HISTORY; PAST … PRESENT … AND PROSPECTIVE

Humor Arthur. Imagine, all, that we’re all …  brothers; and that @chachomanopapa‘s Arthur, @uriminzok’s Kim and Don, the @POTUS, tweet … on @twitter.

What follows is history; past, present and prospective. The epic poetry of a dimwitted Arthur Everman petitions for alternative facts, on new medium, twitter.

Imagine that when, on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic happened, in actuality, authors Art, Don and Jong, megalomaniacal cyber brothers, went atwitter.

Imagine as well that while Kim Jong-un and ‘the Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third,  Art, knows them well and that they are overly fond, of their words.

Not so hard to imagine; the three do indeed tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient, as is that of the dimwit, third brother.

Imagine that in dreamy reveries and at soirees Victorian, the three, with history’s visionaries,  connected; eating drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

Imagine too that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds, of men surreally may be used, by man, to make real, aspirations … human.

In reveries, dreamy at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, artists and visionaries with the megalomaniacs, Kim Jong un, the Don and Art did .. meet.

Kim Jong un now tweets world leaders diplomatically. cc: the Don, Nigel Farage, Geert Wilders, Marine le Pen, Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin, et. cetera … on twitter.

Kim Jong un’s brother, the President of US, fancies himself a co-author of a best-seller already, next to the Bible, said he, the book, of all time, the very best-selling.

Of course, ‘The Art of the Deal’  is in reality, a book that was actually written, by a ghost, laboring in, relative anonymity. A legal fiction … that ghostwriting.

“What ten words, do you, to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the republics and nations.”

Now, it had happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain salvation.

“Answer epically and poetically that question and ye may win for both of us, perhaps, salvation,” he continued, as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

“Only poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only my poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.”

Art Everman’s poetry is meant to acculturate! For acculturation is but modification, of behavior, as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual behavior.

So Art Everman writes on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose to
980 character blogs, to a compendium, book; a poor man’s publicity.
“What ten words, do you, to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken
Art. “Answer that in poems, to the republics and nations.”

Is it possible for ye humans to be more like bees? For ye must be more like bees if ye are ever to be one community. To be or not … to be?

Most certainly, ye must be more like bees if ye hope to ever be, one community. To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity,  the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance. This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy, this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him, it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Do heed Penemue,  for I am the one and only Watcher of the original 400, left too do (what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?” An intriguing question; the inception to an
alchemical introspection and … transformation.

That question, posed to Arthur (Art) Everman, post 9-11, was asked of Art, by a faceless one. “Who”, asked Art, “are you?” “Your counterpart” …

… he replied … cryptically . “More specifically, I am, Art, Penemue,  a fallen angel.” 400 (200 princes and 200 followers), fathered … the Nephilim.

Nephilim (the giant men of renown in Genesis) were fathered by the fallen. All but three of  the 400 are in chains a-waiting the Day of Judgment.

The chained are the fallen angels who married and commenced in unions with human women, and who taught … knowledge … forbidden.

The unchained three remain unchained because they married and fathered not, Nephilim and because what they taught (wo)men, to Him, answered.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim, three, albeit fallen, revealed knowledge … not forbidden.

Fear of Muslims in US, fear of Muslims in a European, Union; fear of Muslims seemingly, near everywhere; must it forever be us, versus them?

It may be, albeit, unlikely, that visionaries step up. Arthur Everman’s poetry, a letter to the nations, a la the poetry, of my dear Emily.

Arthur’s poetry is, a la Emily’s Dickinson’s, a letter to the world, a la Willy’s, plays on words and a la Rumi’s, ruminations on mysteries.

Art draws inspiration from the lives of the poets; from the westerners Emily Dickinson and Willy Shakespeare, to an easterner known as Rumi.

From history’s poets, philosophers and scientists Arthur draws inspiration; and from Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s most magnificent creations.

Platformless, Art writes on 3 telling, levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose into 980 character blog logs and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

Kim communes with his cyber brothers, President Don, Arthur, and history’s luminaries, nightly.

 

Kim dreams, surreally, with Don, Arthur, and history’s luminaries, about peace, and prosperity.

 

So Kim, Don and Art dreamt, mused, spoke, wrote, tweeted, blogged and  penned, surreally,

psychotherapy; poetry in need of, but, photography.

Earthlings!

Pontifex’s Biological Extinction Conference (IV)

We have triggered this major extinction event. The question therefore is how to stop it. cc:   @ABC

Extinctions, being irreversible, as threats to civilization are greater than climate change. cc:   @ABC

UN stats: global population increase to come is from 7.4 billion, to 11.2 billion, by 2100. cc:    @ABC

Billions of newbies shall be from Africa where fertility is twice that, the rest of the Earth. cc:    @ABC

Africa’s population is likely to grow from about one billion now to around 4 billion, then. cc:     @ABC

What’s to happen when hundreds of millions of Africans try crossing the Mediterranean? cc:    @ABC

We are wrecking our planet’s life support systems. We have the capability to stop all that. cc:    @ABC

The answer to the question on how to stop this extinction event? It’s a matter of alchemy. cc:    @ABC

It’s a matter of alchemy, stopping this extinction event; for in education, there is alchemy. cc:    @ABC

There’s alchemy in education, especially, in its digital instruction manuals, our algorithms. cc:    @ABC

Pontifex’s Biological Extinction Conference (III)

We have triggered this major extinction event. The question therefore is how to stop it. cc:   @ABC

Extinctions, being irreversible, as threats to civilization are greater than climate change. cc:   @ABC

UN stats: global population increase to come is from 7.4 billion, to 11.2 billion, by 2100. cc:    @ABC

Billions of newbies shall be from Africa where fertility is twice that, the rest of the Earth. cc:    @ABC

Africa’s population is likely to grow from about one billion now to around 4 billion, then. cc:     @ABC

What’s to happen when hundreds of millions of Africans try crossing the Mediterranean? cc:    @ABC

We are wrecking our planet’s life support systems. We have the capability to stop all that. cc:    @ABC

The answer to the question on how to stop this extinction event? It’s a matter of alchemy. cc:    @ABC

It’s a matter of alchemy, stopping this extinction event; for in education, there is alchemy. cc:    @ABC

On Pontifex’s Biological Extinction Conference

We have triggered this major extinction event. The question therefore is how to stop it. cc:   @ABC

Extinctions, being irreversible, as threats to civilization are greater than climate change. cc:   @ABC

UN stats: global population increase to come is from 7.4 billion, to 11.2 billion, by 2100. cc:    @ABC

Billions of newbies shall be from Africa where fertility is twice that, the rest of the Earth. cc:    @ABC

Africa’s population is likely to grow from about one billion now to around 4 billion, then. cc:     @ABC

What’s to happen when hundreds of millions of Africans try crossing the Mediterranean? cc:    @ABC

We are wrecking our planet’s life support systems. We have the capability to stop all that. cc:    @ABC

@Uriminzok @POTUS and @CHACHOMANOPAPA

@Uriminzok @POTUS and Art:

You lack nothing. Use what I gave you. – God

넌 부족한 게 없어. 내가 준 것을 잘 사용해. – 하나님

Art: I think, He means, @twitter!

 

@Uriminzok @Xijinping:

Talent wins games, but teamwork wins championships. – @MichaelJordan

재능은 게임을 이기게 해주지만 팀워크는 우승을 하게해 준다.

Give peace … a chance.

 

@Uriminzok:

Trust is like an eraser, it gets smaller and smaller after every mistake.

신뢰는 지우개와 같다. 실수를 할 때 마다 조금씩 조금씩 줄어드니까.

cc:  @CNN@UN

Life is too short to be wasted on hating people.

인생은 사람들을 미워하며 허비하기엔 너무 짧다.

cc: @Khamenei_ir @netanyahu @CNN @UN

@MoveOn @Twitter @GLBLCTZN

Actions speaks louder than words But there comes a time when words

speak clearer than actions.

말보다 행동이 더크게 말하지만 가끔은 말이 행동보다 더 정확하게

말할때도 있다.

Pangaea: 196 nations; 4200 religions; 6500 languages; but what if, to protest,

only one language, #twitter-ese, is best. cc: @uriminzok @POTUS

Verily, there are times when words speak more clearly, than actions. A Watcher

of us summoned … Kim, Don and Arthur. cc: @uriminzok @POTUS

ON ONE ORB (2-From ‘AN ATLAS, POETIC’; Penemue’s plan)

Now, it had happened that Penemue (one of the Watcher angels, fallen), for his own salvation’s sake, posed to Arthur  a plan for each, his his salvation.

“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Arthur. “Answer that in poems, to the sundry nations.”

“Answer that question Art, poetically and epically  and ye may win for both of us our salvation,” he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

Poetry is the metaphysical language of love. It may well, Earth’s humanity, still save. only poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.

“For Arthur Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is but the modification, of behavior; it’s as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.”

So Arthur Everman writes on 3 distinct levels; 140 character tweets metamorphosing from 980
character blog logs to a book; a poor man’s, publicity.

“What ten words, Arthur, do you bequeath to humanity,” in a dream asked Penemue, the fallen angel, of Art. “Answer that in poems, epic,  to the nations.”