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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,

“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.”

“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.

OF A TWIT AND HIS TWEETS

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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.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-30-17)

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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.

Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye are all brothers and that on the internet’s Twitter, Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought; that may be achieved when Space Laboratory crews wave to us, and we wave back, to outer space.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

Why pen history poetically? Though harder to compose than prose, it is far more elegantly emotive than anyone may ever aspire to compose, prosaically.

Art imagines that of all the earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns, between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

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

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

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 our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

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

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet, blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue, to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry,” had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980 character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

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.

But enough for the moment about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity, and less, publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.

Then London; and brother Kim, so previously unsure about whom to honor, the west’s Willy or the East’s Rumi now knew; it’d be, England’s best.

Thanks Penemue (hereinafter Pen). And thanks too to the poets and artists of the nations. We are gathered here regarding the very fate, of the nations.

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.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

Pangaea now numbers 196 nations (not including Taiwan, and Puerto Rico), 4200 religions, and 6500 languages; verily, ye must evolve to a single nation.

English is but Mother Earth’s second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary rhymes easily, easily feeling at home in song, psalm, prose and of course, poetry.

English isn’t just for Englishmen, any more. But no one language can end all the babbling. English’s Twitter, Art is betting, may languages be, connecting.

To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity, the threshold question. High-technology algorithms, we poets agree, are the key to unlocking the secrets of alchemy.

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

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

Is to be or not to be, ever to be, the question? Hamlet’s soliloquies were about nobility, tragedy and comedy but the poets’ soliloquies herein, are of … Another.

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

Art’s poetry acculturates! For the acculturation of (wo)man is but the modification, of behavior; as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual, behavior.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-27-17)

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Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye are all brothers and that on the internet’s Twitter, Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought, as shall be achieved when a Space Lab Crew waves to us from orbit and we wave back, to outer space.