Tag Archives: Bohemian


Time and change; one, a fourth dimension, the other, a dimensionless
ebb and flow; both, in #twitterfiction, purposeful … but formless.

Once upon a time, in #twitterfiction, a dreamy being asked, in a dream, one
(wo)man from every land to pen a poem to … every nation.

The compendium (in #twitterfiction, “AN ATLAS … POETIC”), languishes, in
the memory of Art Everman’s laptop, read by no one … but Everman.

In #twitterfiction, AN ATLAS … POETIC; a compendium of heartfelt pleas,
for Mandela-Tutu-like, global truth and … reconciliation, please.

In #twitterfiction, what needs to be read by every human (every man, woman
and child on the planet), has been read only by … Arthur Everman.

In #twitterfiction, AN ATLAS … POETIC; poetry about history, sociology
and eschatology; irony in verse for each nation … and territory.

Irony in verse, for each nation and territory. That is what is in #twitterfiction,
AN ATLAS POETIC; a call to action to … become Bohemian.

#Twitterfiction: Follow @chachomanopapa on Twitter and its surreal analog,
chachomanopapa.wordpress.com; historic poetry from tweets and … a blog.


Acculturation, the modification of the original culture of individuals
or groups through prolonged contact with different cultures
has, up until recently, been a rare phenomenon. The internet’s potential
to acculturate … surely … is treasure.

Acculturation’s a natural process, not readily appreciated in the absence
of an expansive perspective, as, for example,
from the Creator’s point of view. In His view, irrelevant is difference,
but indifference … is … abominable.

Time for Global Truth and Reconciliation; surreally, whether you think we
can, or whether you think we can’t, you’re right, absolutely!
And so, The Wine and Cheese Miracles; prose, poetry, tragedy and comedy;
nonfiction … posing as fiction … ironically.

In poems melding Ovid’s and Emily’s about change and a letter, visionaries
ask of you: Of what good are borders and nationalities?
From a nonfictional dream, a poetic and prosaic tragi-comedy,
and prophesy too … for prediction … is prophesy.

Arthur prayed to his deity, He of the Jews, Christians and Muslims;
praying he’ll find … the missing Bohemians.
Allah/Jehovah/God/Yahweh as if answered in dreams: “Tweet to the denizens,
a blog and a book …. Write, to your global … co-citizens”.

Let’s take shortcuts in this surreal reality to peace and prosperity. Alchemically
speaking, the internet is the Philosopher’s Stone. We are … but one … only.
Let’s take shortcuts to peace and prosperity. Abnegate nationality. Accent humanity,
and upon what others have built … build atop it … opportunity.

And so, inspired by Ovid and Emily, Arthur wrote a fiction, non-fictionally.
This tribal nation-state thing is untenable … undeniably.
“To be … or not to be ….” So wrote the great Willy. It’s past time we
take a page from that play and ponder its implications … sagely.


Arthur’s manuscript means to be … a clarion call. Its poetically rendered Roll Call of the nations
and territories is an ethereal snapshot in time. It is purposefully, and timely, meant to be;
capturing the ebbing and flowing, of really surreal, states. But from Mt. King’s surreal Bohemian
summit, a brightly painted yellow-bricked road … points forward … toward our destiny.