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OF A TWIT AND HIS TWEETS

                                            

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.

ON ONE ORB (2-From ‘AN ATLAS, POETIC’; Penemue’s plan)

Now, it had happened that Penemue (one of the Watcher angels, fallen), for his own salvation’s sake, posed to Arthur  a plan for each, his his salvation.

“What ten words do you to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Arthur. “Answer that in poems, to the sundry nations.”

“Answer that question Art, poetically and epically  and ye may win for both of us our salvation,” he continued as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

Poetry is the metaphysical language of love. It may well, Earth’s humanity, still save. only poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.

“For Arthur Everman’s poetry acculturates! For acculturation is but the modification, of behavior; it’s as applicable to group, as it is to individual, behavior.”

So Arthur Everman writes on 3 distinct levels; 140 character tweets metamorphosing from 980
character blog logs to a book; a poor man’s, publicity.

“What ten words, Arthur, do you bequeath to humanity,” in a dream asked Penemue, the fallen angel, of Art. “Answer that in poems, epic,  to the nations.”

ON CITIZEN DRUMPF

@RealDonaldTrump: Why dump Drumpf? It’s because of secrets, you conceal.

Seven tweets wonder why tax returns you don’t, or won’t, reveal.

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be to, the results of audits, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Does an absence of charitable contributions, you conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really) your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it be you pay no taxes; there’s nothing to conceal.

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really) your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be, they, your alleged mob ties, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: We wonder why (really), your taxes you will not reveal,

publicly. Might it possibly be they, oligarchic Russians, conceal?

@RealDonaldTrump: Why dump Drumpf? It’s because his secrets he conceals.

Seven tweets wonder why your tax returns, you don’t or won’t reveal.

 

ARTHUR EVERMAN’S SCHOOL OF POETRY

Platformless, Art writes on 3 levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose to 980

character blog logs and a book; a very poor man’s, publicity.

AN ATLAS, POETIC: Epigrams become very concise blog log entries; 140×7=980

characters; alchemic letters, to the nations, epigrammatically.

A formula for poetry, no matter the tongue: Prior to an 83rd character, end

then with the sound that one would have the second line … end.

Lectors may confirm, if they persevere through so many tweets, that (errors

aside), each tweet/epigram’s length is, exactly, 140 characters.

Arthur Everman’s School of Free Poetry @chachomanopapa: the composition

of epigrams is Art’s specialty, no matter, the medium.

The medium written of (in the prior tweet) refers to the tongue of the tweeter.

‘s Art tweets in American English, on Twitter.

Arthur Everman’s School of Poetry @chachomanopapa; on poetic composition,

of epigrammatic, couplets … no matter the tongue, of the citizen.

 

 

 

ISLAMOPHOBIA

Fear of Muslims in US, fear of Muslims in a European, Union; fear of Muslims

seemingly, near everywhere; must it forever be us, versus them?

It may be, albeit, unlikely, that visionaries step up. Arthur Everman’s poetry,

a letter to the nations, a la the poetry, of my dear Emily.

Arthur’s poetry is, a la Emily’s Dickinson’s, a letter to the world, a la Willy’s,

plays on words and a la Rumi’s, ruminations on mysteries.

Art draws inspiration from the lives of the poets; from the westerners Emily

Dickinson and Willy Shakespeare, to an easterner known as Rumi.

From history’s poets, philosophers and scientists Arthur draws inspiration;

and from Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s most magnificent creations.

Platformless, Art writes on 3 levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose into 980

character blog logs and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

  and; surreal twin analogs

preview Art’s AN ATLAS, POETIC; epigrammatically poetic tweets and a blog.

 

 

 

Roll of the Nations: Abkhazia

Abkhazia: To Georgian language speakers of Gali and beyond: Sow what we

all know in our hearts. We are, our brothers’ keepers. Fittingly …

… I, Bagrat Shinkuba, of a Ubykh nation am honored to tweet this first entry

of AN ATLAS, POETIC, Abkhazia being, neither state, nor colony.

But it is a ‘wannabe’ nation. That is enough, for the purposes of this tome;

part history, part sociology, part obituary, of your earthly home.

For while everything has purpose, it’s not unusual for one’s purpose to be,

forever to one, a mystery; forever, an unrealized, potentiality.

Go to Art’s, we poets all dreamt. Drink, eat and compose from soirees there,

an epic story from tweets bundled into units of 980, characters.

Eat, drink, be merry and compose we all dreamt, epigrams akin to Emily’s

Ovid’s and Homer’s. Tell, from the epigrams, a telling, story.

So (in between, prayer) we’ve been merry; eating, drinking and more topically

telling a telling story; so dreamt we poets, albeit, incredibly.

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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. .

 

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

tweetable poetry … for homo sapiens. .

Imagine! Just, imagine … that. It would be, analogously, as if peace married prosperity

and from them, sprung, in , poetry.

Two out of three (if they’re the first two) wouldn’t be bad but, just imagine … all three!

To that end, AN ATLAS POETIC, in .

: 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.

Behavior modification works demonstrably well in individuals and it’ll work too, in

, for increasingly fractious … nations.

 There’s untold power in behavior mod; just ask ;

and so, an algorithm forward toward evolutionary acculturation.

 

Of Tweets & Twits

 

English is but second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary, -ally

rhymes easily; home in song, psalm, prose … or … poetry.

The richest tongue (by -al word count) owes its wealth to heavy

borrowing from other tongues … and His timing … uncanny.

To wit: There are more English-speaking Chinese than, -ally,

Americans. More Chinese than Americans know twit … from tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter, or taunt. Hmm;

why then Twitter, not Tweeter, in ?

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit, an intriguing riddle isn’t the point, in ;

much more intriguing is Twitter’s, algorithm.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. It may be, in ,

a step-by-step set of transformative, operations.

A set of transformative, operations; such is AN ATLAS, POETIC. For therein, in ,

an Angel-Trainee, pleads for … evolution.

 

Christmas Eve, 100 Years Ago, Today

My favorite Christmas story features not a child in a manger, three wise men,
angelic choirs and the Star of Bethlehem.
Rather, it stars the dirty, cold and heart-achingly tired men … the Germans,
and Brits … in trenches … inhuman.

The Christmas truce of 1914, when world-wide war was still new, was a series
of unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front before and after
Christmas of 1914. In the week leading up to the holiday, overt hostilities
waned as soldiers greeted, talked and played with one another.

Men from both sides ventured into no man’s land on Christmas Eve and
on Christmas Day to mingle and exchange food and
souvenirs. There were football games, joint burial ceremonies and
prisoner swaps; indeed, several meetings … in carol-singing … did end.

Read between the lines @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog, chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetic history, in tweets and a blog.
And read too, AN ATLAS, POETIC; would that the spirit of fraternity that God
would have for us … becomes us … and delivers us … from war’s … fog.