“What ten words do ye bequeath to humanity?” A daunting, haunting question;

ever since, Arthur’s been haunted; by both answer, and question.

Thus began the dreamy soirees whence revelations begat veritable epiphanies,

begetting an epic quest, to answer burning questions, poetically.

Why poetically? Easy; while poetry’s harder to compose than prose; it’s elegantly

far more emotive than one may ever aspire to be … prosaically.

Of earthly forms of written expression most like (Art imagines), heavenly hymns,

between chapter and verse ’tis verse that’s most favored by Him.

Art composes on 3 levels, using 140 character tweets to metamorphose into 980

character blog logs … to a manuscript … a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitter’s 140 character algorithm’s been, for Art, a useful revelation, surprisingly

utilitarian in marketing … education … and in composing poetry.

So, Arthur Everman’s Free School of Poetry; art, @chachomanopapa, on Twitter;

poetic epigrams … no matter the languages … of the tweeters.

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.”

NATION LANDS

“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.”

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.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

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.”

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.

Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural

evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.