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HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

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TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

 

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati, of all of history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

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

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in

non-scientific jargon, step by step … instructions.

 

THE WATCHER

 

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

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

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries, dreamy and soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries

with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,

to all the nations, of an alchemical algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

 

PENEMUE’S PLAN

 

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,

and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.”

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s

forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.

Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and

they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.

HAMLET’S LAST SOLILIQUY

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TWITTER-DIPLOMACY

History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom in irony.

And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.

Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,

to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati of all of  history,

luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …

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

Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.

The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.

And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s

not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are, quite simply, in

 simple, non-scientific jargon, step-by-step, instructions.

THE WATCHER

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

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

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

 sake, googled for a weakling to propose, his, salvation.

It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the

nightly soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and

luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.

He googled too for great poets to write in  collaboration with the megalomaniacal

brothers, to all of the nations, of an alchemic algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three.

“Algorithmically  tweet epigrams into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last

Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200

religions, and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.”

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-13-17)

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“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.”

“On Smart Diplomacy: Isn’t it crazy that these two head-of-state twitter-account-bearers

parties, illogically, won’t communicate, on communicators?”

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

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail in their due.”

“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.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,

‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
 thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-12-17)

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“On Smart Diplomacy: Isn’t it crazy that these two head-of-state twitter-account-bearers

parties, illogically, won’t communicate, on communicators?”

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

opponents, otherwise incommunicado, to fail in their due.”

“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.”

“Another once wrote on behalf of ‘deal artist’ Donny that in the making of a great deal,

‘The worst of  times often create the best opportunities to make good deals.’”
“Donny says missile strikes carry a message for others. He didn’t specify brother Kim
but the context was clear. Some would be well, rid of him.”
“This is why Art knows intimately how Kim is reacting to the threats he perceives he
receives, for Donny’s reputation is as fox, crafty, and crazy.”
“And so came to commune Kim’s veteran presidency, Donny’s brand-new presidency
 and Art’s presidency of the Chachomanopapa School of Poetry.”
“For Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely, is surreally timed to coincide with Donny’s
 new presidency and Kim’s, now veteran, presidency.”

“Now Syria, AND Korea. And if irony had a sound, its sound aught render humanity

 speechless ’til all hear Art’s soliloquy, timeless, and timely.”

“For Donald John Trump, the megalomaniacal brother of Kim Jong-un, and Arthur

Everman, in Syria, moved a hand, small, but powerful.”

“The POTUS’ hand, small for a large man, ironically may be, disproportionately large
 for a small man. And small men with power, get giddy.”
“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
 but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
 thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
 “China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
 said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that sooner or later, we’ll impeach him.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 4-03-17)

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“Tweet, blog and pen alchemical algorithms to all of humanity.” Could these words
answer 12-21-12’s question? Were they, the words?
The question that Friday had been, “What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity”?
It had been an (anti) climactic Friday, apparently.
However, it was a subtly eventful galactic alignment; as befitting an event recurring
but every 28,500 years; ever ebbing and flowing.
For it has been since precisely then when Kim Jong-un, the Donny and Art Everman,
thunder-stricken, gather nightly, in communion.
“China will either help us with Kim Jong un’s North Korea or they won’t,” the POTUS
said in the Oval Office, presiding there, over US.
“If they do that’ll be good for China. If they don’t it won’t be good for anyone,” verily,
 seemingly, sinisterly, hissed shape-shifter, Donny.
The POTUS has made clear that he’d deal with Kim Jong-un with or without the help
 of Xi,’s China. He’ll warmonger,  with Bannon’s, help.

“If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, then we will. That’s all I’m telling you.

Except, that is, that I’m building a wall for all to view.                           

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

WISE UP … (WO)MAN [IV]

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“Peace has never been, but it may be if ever all commune, as a unitary, human

and, Godly, family.”   

“Peace is ne’er been but yet may be, if ever humanity (one and ninety-nine), in

solidarity, rule.”   

A globe pines not for shoot-from-the-hip reactionaries like the gossipmonger

. cc:   

Why not freedom of religion, universally, and a Golden Rule (the only), secular

… commandment?   

“Hindsight’s 20-20; insight’s blind; but peace flows from timely, algorithmic action,

alchemical.”   

AN ATLAS, ALGORITHMIC: Fighting evolution’s devolution with modification,

scientific, of behavior.   

A word to the wise to an auto-denominated, twice-wise, homo sapiens sapiens;

Wise up … (wo)man!   

 

 

 

WISE UP (WO)MAN [II]

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POTUS; an office, too different (too fast) in 2016, than it is, in this slow motion

version, 2015.        

“Peace is ne’er been but yet may be, if ever humanity (one and ninety-nine), in

solidarity, rule.”  

A word to the wise to an auto-denominated, twice-wise, homo sapiens sapiens;

Wise up … (wo)man!  

A globe pines not for shoot-from-the-hip reactionaries like the gossipmonger

. cc:  

Why not freedom of religion, universally, and a Golden Rule (the only), secular

… commandment?  

“Hindsight’s 20-20; insight’s blind; but peace flows from timely, algorithmic action,

alchemical.”  

AN ATLAS, ALGORITHMIC: Fighting evolution’s devolution with modification,

scientific, of behavior.  

WISE UP … (WO)MAN!

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A revelation: A Jew, a Christian and a Muslim pray in the holy city of Jerusalem;

a human, schism.  

“So long as there is peace among the nations, then, Armageddon cannot be,”  in

unison, they pray.   

The three, in unison prayed on: “If peace comes then, by definition, Armageddon,

cannot ever be.”   

“Peace has never been, but it may be if ever all commune, as a unitary, human

and, Godly, family.”   

“Peace is ne’er been but yet may be, if ever humanity (one and ninety-nine), in

solidarity, rule.”   

“Hindsight’s 20-20; insight’s blind; but peace flows from timely, algorithmic action,

alchemical.”   

A word to the wise to an auto-denominated, twice-wise, homo sapiens sapiens;

Wise up … (wo)man!   

SAPIENS?

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Have you heard the one about the jew, the Christian and the Muslim in holy Jerusalem?

It’s a riot.   

“So long as there is peace among nations, Armageddon cannot ever be,” the three in

unison, prayed.   

The three, in unison prayed on: “If peace comes then, by definition, Armageddon,

cannot ever be.”   

“Peace has never been but it may be, if ever all commune as one unitary, human

family.”   

“Peace has ne’er been but yet may be if ever humanity communes at once, in

nets … nonfictional.”   

“Hindsight’s 20-20; insight’s blind; but peace flows from timely, algorithmic action,

alchemical.”   

A word to the wise to an auto-denominated twice-wise homo sapiens sapiens;

Wise up    

POTUS

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POTUS; an office, too different (too fast) in 2016, than it is, in this slow motion

version, 2015.   

POTUS; the winning candidate’s legacy may hinge more on their humanity than

cutting, technologies.   

POTUS; nations (in an interim), have served as transition to efficient, utilization,

of resources.   

POTUS; space-time’s short; evolution’s devolution threatens; careful lest ye enter,

no-spin zones.   

POTUS; all kidding aside, (wo)man-kind MUST, in orderly fashion, transition from

nations to home.   

POTUS; Have you heard the one about the jew, the Christian and the Muslim …

in Jerusalem?   

POTUS; The three, prayed: “As long as there is peace, there can be, by definition,

no Armageddon.”