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Imagine! Peace, prosperity and in nonfiction, poetry. What’ll it be? Utopian vision,

or this dystopian reality, in surreal, ?

The settings, characters and plots of AN ATLAS POETIC mirror surreal nonfictions;

dystopian realities in comically, ironic, .

Supremely ironically, our dystopian realities are no laughing matter; in nonfiction,

precisely Arthur Everman’s point, in a .

: If, prior to an 83rd character, poetic tweeters bring to an end then

a first line then with a rhyme, one may artfully, end.

Twitter’s one hundred and forty character formula is, in ,

surprisingly, educational; useful, in marketing and, education.

And what a plot! Anti-hero poet-protagonists write, in dreams nonfictional, an

algorithm; real self-help for the nations, in .

Tri-fold may be the epilog of AN ATLAS POETIC: Peace, prosperity and in nonfiction,

tweetable poetry … for homo sapiens. .

 

“TO BE … OR NOT TO BE ….”

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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.

GOD-GOOGLED … CO-AUTHORS

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Billi “Buzz” Ard, the Fly,

The proverbial fly on the wall is near everywhere. What’s the all-seeing, all-hearing,
Buzz Ard seen, and heard, over … archaeological … ages?
Kisses, hugs, sighs, merciless eviscerations, beheadings, rapes and shrill, blood-curdling,
screams. Buzz the fly’s been … on all … (wo)man’s stages.

Hung “Kong” King, the Ape,

Kong, the ape; as dysfunctional as necessary to ruin whatever’s thoughtfully
planned; an ardent fan of royalty and all its trappings, King Kong
abhors change, revels in political incorrectness and limits what’s needlessly
planned, to TV-dinners, TV Guide … wine … she-apes … and song.

Lou “The Lip” Lippi, the Lemming,

Lou the lemming is the Arthur Everman of animal worlds. He is filled with terminal sorrow;
best being all things … to all men … as convenient.
He’s heard the Word, and of the opiates of masses; fate’s loneliness and his sad morrows,
fuel … a paralyzing … and powerless … irrelevance.

Imso “Job” Stateless, the Chupacabra,

Job, the chupacabra is a shy, God only, knows what. He is afraid of ubiquitous shadows,
of good doctors, whom might yet help; of life, love … and dreams.
If anything (save blood-sucking) needs gettin’ done, what better day then, than tomorrow?
For dreams … lose steam … when stymied … are dream teams.

Abraham Solomon “Nerd” al-Nerdi, the Sheep,

Abe, the sheep: Abe is surely the geekiest sheep alive; missing links, albeit rare, are.
But from Abe to Art, not a clue to review. Dreams are
like that. Of course, getting credit matters not to those whom seek where treasures are.
What matters is … that treasures are … where hearts are.

and, Arthur “Art”, Everman,

Ah, Arthur: Less than heroic looking, nonetheless, Art, like some heroes, is a dreamer;
alas, like all too many dreamers, he’s a dreamer of pipes;
for dreams, being dreamy, oft dissipate before life’s onslaught, as if, they never were.
Yet timely visions … in time … may become … ripe.

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Verily, in Puerto Rican back-water eddies of the often treacherously tranquil Twitter-Stream, Arthur’s been inundated, by a flood of dreams.

Why Puerto Rico? Why Arthur? Notwithstanding its sheer implausibility, Arthur’s been reasoning that it has to do with his Spanish roots; Jewish, Muslim and Christian.

Art knows too little about too many things; his own geneological tree is but one of them. However, he knows of the flux that for centuries, Spaniards have been living in.

The happenstance of Arthur’s being born in Puerto Rico raises, for him, intriguing questions. Who were his forbears and of what faith(s)? And, was it faith that drove them … or fortune?

Or perhaps, as is often the case, both. After all, Arthur’s introspections have revealed to him that both, faith and fortune … are driving him.

Faith and fortune, and indeed, the freedom to pursue them; these are often, of dreams, foundations. Too few are realized; too many are by others, actively demeaned.

To wit, as Bo visits S. Africa and Nelson clings to this life-dream, yet another dreamer, Oscar Lopez Rivera, is in his 33rd year of captivity, as an American, political prisoner.

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Da dreams duly sown (in fields, fallow), Art and his Crew wrote somethin’ pithy and useful #twitterfiction-ally … Dey’d ne’er starve … if da pithy … were useful.

Da odds? Astronomical; albeit slim and none summed da objective nonfictional odds, a course and #twitterfiction headings were set … Da heading … due north.

Da chances? Equally astronomical, given albeit too dat mankind (da idiot savant), has penchant and proclivity in nonfictional #twitterfiction, for inefficient development.

Dat better mouse traps had ere been built and great books had ever ere been written in nonfictional #twitterfiction left him stirred … but not shaken.

For it’s been Arthur’s overriding confidence in Da Him of whom hymns are sung dat’s given Arthur, in #twitterfiction, strength to heal humanity, albeit not himself (in nonfiction).

OR BOTH. A (wo)man’s #twitterfictional) writin’ changes dem, just as time, change, authors. Arthur’s well better than he once was, before when Arthur, became author.

BOTH ARE THE GOAL, da Holy Grail, to da (#twitterfictional) healing power of Art, doctors and educators. Too few others know. Yet others are keepin’ Kim’s Plan … under cover.