Norway poem

Tourist Talk

Hello dear Miss Angrboda?
I’m traveling through Norway
and I have a question for you.

I do not understand
how you prefer
the moose in the mountains
to the man in the moon
or to me, from the look of it.

An aloof façade
is charming but

is there a subway to your love
that I can travel on without
climbing to the stars?

Are there any vacancies
for tonight in your heart
somewhere in Oslo?

I could bring a moose
and champagne.

Climbing Mountains Is Not Always Possible

Climbing Away

While I was in exile,
I spoke to the mountain
expecting an esoteric voice
to thunder an answer to loneliness

Yet, the mountain of tears
shed a river as an answer, but
I had fish in the river to catch, and
they did not speak either.

One day I will return to your house
when the walls no longer have ears
and when I am not so notorious
that you can not speak my name

I will have a song to sing at sunrise
when the executions stop
fools stop squealing
and there are foods
for thought and for stomach,
ruminations

At high noon, only
the birds will do a chorus for us
and jackals will lie down to hear
stories of a reading lamb

We will eat and
fish for answers,
climb mountains together, and then
I’ll never again hear you say, “go and be well”
and I won’t ever say “goodbye”.

We will be fine
together like
a mountain of love
and our rivers will
intertwine.

In Penury, Let the School Waifs Be Illiterate With No Need To Count or Read

Roman à clef from the German vineyard. Crimes. Poetry.

Poetry and Stuff

A Remembrance from 2021

It hasn’t been long since the Caitiff Randy Winegarden condemned the school waifs to a life of penury for illiterates and left them to the Apothecary to buy their poison like Romeo and Juliet (Act 5, Scene One, lines 49-60)

by Douglas Gilbert

Back in the old days, Randi Winegarden, through her surrogates, ordered the government to keep the schools closed, and then after the chaos of zoom classes, ordered children who were not vulnerable to the virus to wear masks (even little children who need to see faces). An entire cohort of younger children will grow up not knowing how to read or do math. In less than 10 years, most of them will become criminals and fill the jails.
We present an extract from the past. We remember this from August 6, 2021:

Putting young children in masks is a form of child abuse…

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Poetry Rises and Falls Because of You

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You Were the Poem, You Were the Rhyme, the Raison d’être, Reasonable and Coy


by Bryan Glennon

I had always left early in the dawn
while you were sleeping, and
the sunrise was uncertain, but

we used to be us
when I rushed home to you
and your cute blush became
a call to jump each other
not just for lust, but
because we were
knowing the bounce
to pounce on a
tête à tête, and a
corps à corps, but
we were both surrendering to laughter
and to ecstasy in a close game
where the balls are in the courtship
and the Lady swings well

We used to be playful
and the fun was a done deal

We had our own dance,
our own grace

We were a story to tell,
a revelation, and

I told you everything just because
you were the most elegant storyteller ever
and I…

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Flabbergasting Me (My quick jump into poetry today)

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I did this quickly without thinking too much

I’m Here
by Cheryl Kurtz

He’s always happy to find me in the morning
like I’m a newly discovered treat in bed beside him.
Surprise!

He has the delight as if surprised to find me not a dream,
and he will jump up and sing to me because
I sing back

Yesterday we played well, and had our games;
today needs only breakfast, the egg yoke
and morning joke, because
laughter is a miracle.

Sometimes he has a nightmare, and
I cry for him, but if it’s bizarre
he’ll say it’s from childhood, and
he’ll remind me that I’m still
the silliest adult he knows
how to play with, and
he’ll turn around and cry
and turn back with a smile

In the morning
he’s surprised to find me not a dream,
and I hug him so hard because
I’m surprised too.

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How To Write Free Verse Poetry in 10 Easy Steps

An expanded version with references.

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How to Spawn Poetry Like Deviled Eggs With Caviar in 10 Elephant Steps

    If you’re going to write poetry, please, for the sake of the human race and for the comfort of literate mammals, or those read to, don’t write about what you know, even if you’re a Rocket Scientist. Nota bene (N.B.), a Rocket Scientist must know higher and higher advanced mathematics, and although there is poetic charm in differential equations, the mythology of the moon will be more poetic for a few more years.

The Hummingbird Sings the π Song

Running in circles
in a dream about π
I traveled to
the hummingbird muse,

she among
banana peels and fruit flies,
3 meters from hiding places
in elm, mulberry, and willow
that she

might indeed feed
on flowers after
our magic hour.

Her fluttering wings
murmured a song for me
an answer to a question
I hadn’t…

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“Faustti Poems and Jousts” is on Amazon now. It has arrived.

It’s on Amazon now.

“Faustti Poems and Jousts”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

            INTRODUCTION TO WUHAN INTRUSION   1

            Wuhan Girl…………………………………………………..   2

“Wuhan girl, won’t you come out to light

come out for sighting

come out for citing?…”

             Grandma Knows a Spy from Wuhan…………….   3

“…Grandma had a Chinese pen pal

a foreign medical student…

Grandma stabbed herself to death

with a scissor in a beauty salon, and

the owner was shot to death while

grabbing a policeman’s gun.

It’s the usual…”

            Killing Grandpa…………………………………………….   8

“Something to crow about, and

everyone must wear a crown,

a corona for the glowing Sun,

a trademark for a dear beer

a crown for an evil crow…”

            Funding Manslaughter for Science………………… 13

“In the spirit of global comraderie,

the People’s Institute of Virology

is thanking you now in retrospect,

kudos for your Dr. Faust for funding us.”

            Faustti, Collards, and Sheez in the Hague………. 16

            “… For an elegant experiment

                   the Death Penalty

                   is worth the risk.”

            Gain-of-Function Blues……………………………. 19

              “I met her in a gene-stoked lab in ‘olina,

              she showed me

              her furin cleavage

              with a sigh,…”

            To Serve Bats………………………………………….. 21

“Gee gin and pee

Xi Jinping has destroyed

all holidays with his virus

from His Honor’s culpable lab…”

            A Canceled Gift From China  …………………. 23

“Remember me from

past Christmas days… …

… without masks, without clothes”

            Mother Charlotte’s Poison Pen to Daughter

              to Daughter……………………………………………. 24

Charlotte’s daughter learns anarchy shopping

            Bark……………………………………………………….. 26

Unknowns smashed into

the little old lady’s

Goode Notion Shoppe

            Marks And Angles…………………………………… 27

“…uh damn, just saying a journey

begins with a single faux pas

said Laozi

not Confucius

ha”

i

            Pagliaccio in a Parking Lot……………………………. 33

The Wuhan virus drove politicians to

succumb to insanity and to

virulent hypocrisy. Some politicians

participated in plays. Gavin Newsom took on

the role of Pagliaccio, a clown at the

“French Laundry” restaurant.

            The Four Nuppets of the Apocalypse…………….. 67

“…Behold, the feathers of truth descend:

the four Nuppets of the Apocalypse

have arrived as foretold and

Huge Bird walks among us…”

            A Randy Wine Garden of Science…………………. 71

“It was the year of plagues,

the year of science.

Fairy tales for children.”

            The Depravity of a Union Teacher………………… 78

“…blood in the kitchen, a kind of

spilled wine in the garden for

teachers of the vineyard who demanded

more whine privilege than little giggling

girls like her precious Randi used to be,

but Ms. Big Union Randi W. had…”

            A Birthday Party with a Cactus…………………….. 82

“… has my brother Emiliano

told you if he’s coming for

his tenth birthday party…”

            Little Border Girl………………………………………….. 84

the screaming girl

in the Plexiglas cage.

            An Anchovy Pizza and a Princess Doll……… 88

“If making the urgent journey,

said, first thing, she’d have

a bacon cheeseburger, key

to sending meals home…”

            Soda………………………………………………………… 91

“Love’s first miserable fruits are mashed, and

bubbles of thought are bottled like fizzle”

            She Had Been Left Behind……………………….. 92

“Oh congressman, my congressman,

my daughter had been left behind.

She had a ticket and a passport…”

            The Need To Say……………………………………… 94

I always wondered if

you kissed my gifts

            Throughput of Lies………………………………….. 96

A Kingdom is given to psychopaths

and serial killers. Delaware’s aware

from vacation on occasion.

            Rafiq and Jannat…………………………………….. 98

“…you will dance with me

if shame evaporates like

sweet sweat in

mourning’s dew.”

            Quirky From Afar…………………………………… 102

The singer’s suicide

            Bacon……………………………………………………… 108

Fatty cravings

            Autonomous Evil……………………………………… 109

 The abuse of Tibetans

            Cooking Gyros For Swat Valley (2009)…….. 111

   Pakistani exiled in New York

            Bhutan College Girl Returns Home

                   To The Farm…………………………………………. 114

   Preserving the family farm

            Olympic Torch (2008)………………………………….. 115

        Chinese Hegemony and Mischief across the world

            Buttercup Babe……………………………………………. 122

“Visiting America, I met her

in a field of renoncules that

locals call butter cups”

            Knives Upon the Table………………………………… 124

(the psychokinesis of the T’ukmpuxogt)

 [from The Fog of the Caveman’s Blog]

            Vision………………………………………………………….. 127

“… one ripple in the ocean…

…like a whirlpool in the tea cup

where I saw a vision of you once

and a prophesy”.

            Toast…………………………………………………………… 128

“…your magical flour

…into my buttered pan”

            Butterflies Can Surf…………………………………….. 129

“Distinctly I remember

waiting for the show

at the little creek

where blossoms fall on

floating ice cream sticks”

            Succulent Pie……………………………………………….. 130

“I taste the cherries

new and succulent

like you …”

            If I Would Kiss Your Day……………………………. 131

“If you would let me

make kisses, and

seize the rhythm

of your smile…”

            Wounded in Time……………………………………. 132

“The Fates told me so:

nothing in the world is mine”

            Washing Windows…………………………………… 134

“She asked me why

window-washers wear harnesses”

            Why Did You Plant Flowers…………………….. 135

“Why did you not go

when I told you

the tanks are coming.”

            Rubble of You…………………………………………. 136

“You are so beautiful

with streaks of dirt

on your face, and

torn clothes.”

            Her Pink Camera…………………………………….. 137

Don’t know —

haven’t heard from you.

Did you get the batteries

and go into the storm surge?

            Homing Pigeon………………………………………… 139

“Dear Cathy had said

the King forbids me to ever return…”

            Losing Our Shirt……………………………………… 142

“We hired a limousine

to go gambling at

the House of Cards

in an Earthquake Zone.”

            Meadow of Doom…………………………………….. 143

“Give me my praise

I shall not be wanted”

            The Twirl………………………………………………… 144

I lost her in the tornado;

now I’m lonely, twisted and cold

            Extraterrestrial Rock…………………………………… 145

“…Her husband is a Superman for her

but in their scientific field they cannot

escape their dying planet in joy”

            The Foil of the Heart……………………………………. 146

“I see the point of your fencing;

touch me and I’ll be your thin crazy sword”

            Tectonic………………………………………………………. 147

“…My child cries:

Why is the world broken?”

            Wilted Dreams…………………………………………….. 148

Hating roses is

a passion fate,

a habit like

throwing out

chocolate without cherries”

            Fleshing Out the Text…………………………………… 149

“They were walking text-makers

and emoji hunters, but…”

            Contest………………………………………………………… 150

“I stood on stage

behind a screen

with a robot”

            Some Secret Sadness……………………………………. 152

Oh sweet woman

what has startled you?

            The Only Man I Could Ever Love………………… 153

    By “Diane”

“The only man I could ever love

ran away with my sister”

            Immunity by “Diane”………………………………….. 154

“I’d rather play hooky today with a Frisbee toss

than listen to my tyrant boss

the eminent ambassador on…”

            Don’t Be Dry…………………………………………… 155

“My dry-eye Granny used to say:

if you can’t afford eye drops…”

            If I Could Rest…………………………………………. 156

“I am too weak and wounded

to march with you.  Let me rest

to remember when you removed

your head scarf in secret retreat…”

            Adopt A Martyr Lottery Machine……………. 158

“It’s in the Supermarket

between the frozen vegetables

and the fish monger concession”

            Cold Volcano…………………………………………… 159

  by “Zawmb’yee Nuje”

Sometimes he’s cold, but

            Walking With Doug…………………………………. 160

   by “Zawmb’yee Nuje”

On a sunny sign day across the street

the sign said WALK ye

carefully, and we did

            For The Music of Love I Walk…………………. 162

   by “Zawmb’yee”

From afar I heard his

basso profundo

            Mountain Man………………………………………… 164

   by Zawmb’yee Nuje

Mountain Man,

I have seen you soften

when

my love went fishing in your streamix

            The Frizz of My Hair…………………………………… 165

  By Zawmb’yee Nuje

There has been

a maple syrup rain in my dreams

a downpour of sweet premises

a thick and sticky bane

            The Season After Winter……………………………… 167

    By “Zawmb’yee Nuje”

“To walk

the beat of the beating sun light show

beat metered by trees

light tune for strollers and lovers…”

            What Fate Sees……………………………………………. 168

Once I wrote you a rain song

when soaking-wet you cried.

What became

of the rain?

            Props for Us………………………………………………… 171

All we’re wanting

is proper respect, when we come home, hey

propers for tax money, hey props…

            Watching Kindness……………………………………… 173

I saw you kneel

to heal a boy

who dropped a toy

smithereens a laugh

            Coin a Word for Me…………………………………….. 175

Once a gem,

the word’s been scrubbed

like a pejorative stone

in a teary creek, an

old river gone shallow

            Reading Palms…………………………………………. 178

“…Twice I had a dream of you:

you put your face in my hand and

I caressed your cheek

like a cloud in my palm, because…”

            Dove……………………………………………………….. 179

Oh Dove,

give us our daily berry,

and gracious are you

to lend us your feather

            Loneliness Song……………………………………….. 180

Loneliness is being good

One forlorn is

misunderstood

            The Daylight Special………………………………… 182

Let Diogenes in Daylight,

shine a light on Wreaths

(at democracy’s grave)

            Swallow Me…………………………………………….. 185

Oh say,

drink my magic potion

to hum an “Ode to Joy”

dear, yes

hum Beethoven

hum Dusty

            My Poem For Mommy Steno……………………. 187

Mommy, a Lady’s writing

big hand for me with commas.

Did you write me down, and

everything? Ok. Here goes:

            Torn By Love………………………………………………. 189

Grandmother,

we had a loss together:

I was torn out

by love

by being

            Foamy Dream……………………………………………… 193

There is an ocean at dawn

that skirts the night tides

crashing swirls and sea birds

            By the Rules………………………………………………… 195

I knew a young upper class talking cat

who went to a trés chic hospital

with all the most enlightened accommodations

            When Leaves Are Afloat……………………………… 196

The chirping of sorrow…

let’s too many birds of loneliness

fall prey to predators

who pounce on despair.

            Tea……………………………………………………………… 198

Climbing away to a mist beyond foliage

where leaves leave peaks alone

naked at the top

no tea leaves to read

            Licit…………………………………………………………….. 201

“…I came, away from the ups and downs.  Your

door was open that night for me; I peeked

to see you singing to the stars; would’ve …”

            Hack Witch of the Century Studies…………… 202

“Reaction Formation”

I have my scepter

my plaque:

Altruist of the Century.

Mom would be so pleased.

            Nightmares……………………………………………… 206

Dearest precious child with nightmares,

I have a white-light love to envelop you.

            Where Do Dragons Hunt in Bhutan?……….. 207

Cold and loneliness

are in the room,             

snow outside

with paw prints

            Hurtin’ On The Road To Home ………………. 209

“Oh everybody hurts so bad,

but I didn’t want it to be you”

            Riding……………………………………………………… 211

“I imagine you drifting

in thoughts on the bus

by the window with

a mystery package”

            Adventures of You…………………………………… 212

“I told you not to go to the South Pole

because I don’t want you to freeze”

            A Random Love………………………………………. 213

“I don’t know anything about coping,

I’m just hoping you’re hopping to

cop a plea for me in a vague space”

            Windmills and Dead Birds……………………….. 214

“The lambs can not feed, because

the vandals did trample the grass

Behold, the shepherd is my overlord,

he’s my Father who art in Washington”

            All the Metaphors Are Dead…………………….. 216

What’s to be done, Emily Luna

if all the metaphors are dead?

You are the prettiest scientist I know.

            Peng Shuai Takes the Ball In Her Court…… 219

Is it not congenital animal vice that

the premier Lion party predator will

tend to grope a tennis antelope

            Mrs. Claus Hates Sonnets…………………………. 221

Santa Claus left her

a sonnet to read:

The romp of love beguiles, a playful horse

            Love Inheres a Romance True…………………. 226

A free spirit loves everyone,

not only one romance. For one…

            I Will Not Thank a Sunny Day…………………. 228

Traveling frayed

I’d have thanked a sunny day

if rain had not fallen, …

            Princess Beast………………………………………….. 229

by “Alice”

Suicide in an era of corona.

In fat assignments

I explain death or not.

            Litchi Regime………………………………………….. 235

Oh citizen,

display your social demerits

            When a Song Explodes…………………………….. 238

Some in the bomb shelter say

Larysa is delusional because

she says her baby Lyudmyla

wants to hear her father…

play his cello for her…

            Pregnant Silence………………………………………. 241

    by “Inna”

Grygoriy and I are not deranged

permanent members of humanity

because names can be changed.

            The Firing Squad…………………………………….. 245

…In a muzzle flash

anything can be justified

with a monster Putnik lie…

Moscow cries Video! Sees

children running in the streets

shouting “Dah, dah, ma-ma,” and

shooting Russian ‘peacekeepers.’

            Open Skies In Ukraine…………………………………. 250

    (Bucha)

They say

in the South the invaders

are like Colorado potato beetles,

dumb bastards in the Donbas;

            The Art of War……………………………………………. 254

by “Vlad Putnik”

If a warrior’s leaders can well tolerate the

indignant kerfuffles of useful diplomats, then

a hypersonic missile is mightier than a missive

and in the leisurely pace of a useful psychopath,

a siege can be won by targeting children…

            DisCERNment…………………………………………….. 256

Sometimes diabolical

desperation breeds a need for

science beyond curiosity…

            The Price a Gas Station Owner Pays…………….. 259

The detectives took the swabs,

made the photos. We’re

allowed to wash the blood

off the gas pumps

            Off the Wall………………………………………………… 261

She had had the news on her cell phone.

She smiled, and he’d have smiled too

with throbbing heart, taste of

champagne on their lips.

            Cute……………………………………………………………. 263

She is so cute

when she loves the cute,

sends me…

            The Hummingbird Sings the π Song…………. 264

Running in circles

in a dream about π

I traveled to

the hummingbird muse,

            I Can Hear the Hummingbird………………….. 267

A little ordinary bird told me

the hummingbird can hear

the flower sing the tune of the petal…

Sonnet 18 from Best Poems Ever

Conventional wisdom is often wrong.

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The 37 ½ Best Poems Ever: From the 17th Century To Today:

The best verses written are those that are inscrutable and can be used to torture students further who are already adverse to verse that is neither a song to sing nor a foul fowl to come home to roost at the wharves, tired, like a rowdy roustabout too worn to sing low.

In some states, Juveniles who are caught shoplifting poetry books are forced to memorize 37 ½ poems as part of their punishment. Chinese spies who are learning English and disobey orders are punished in a similar way.

1. Sonnet 18

Indeed I’d liken thee to a hot intemperate day.
Thy art work hangs on the wall by the bed:
in the heat and torrents of Summer’s bray
the painting warps ‘n tilts though glee outspreads

Though furies of heaven are too hot tempered to tame
And…

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A Spoof Introducing An Epic Poem

Investing In the Extraterrestrial Paintcoin

By Douglas Gilbert

Copyright © 2018 Douglas Gilbert

All rights reserved.

ISBN  978-1-387-52268-2

Introduction

It used to be said that gambling was a sin. However, many things nowadays have been legalized. So as they say, let he who is stoned throw the first sin chip card upon the table. Go and be fruitful in the orchard of life.  Have a sip of wine, but don’t invest while driving someone crazy. Find a strategy that’s best for your temperament and skill, but be open-minded.

The best investing strategy to use for mindless speculation is the Frog Coddling Coda Avoidance Tuning (Froccat) method. There’s an old saw that “If you put a frog in boiling water, it’ll jump out, but if you put a frog in cold water and heat it gradually on a low flame, it won’t realize it’s too hot until it’s too late.” So it’s best to throw cold water on everything and not be the frog. But do jump on the Bandwagon before it starts moving.

When you’re first tuning up the instruments on the Bandwagon you always have to look to the sidelines to spot strategic locations where you can jump off into the road or bushes.  Once the campaign starts don’t wait until there’s water under the bridge because that would not be a good jumping off point even with a bungee cord Condordat (BCC) with the authorities. Always remember that apocryphal stories always have a concordance with a frog entry. So when in cold water always take a leap-of-faith (LOF).

Thus, strategic investing requires a LOL LOF Froccat on a hot tin roof, and a happy tune sung like Polonius without a tin ear. So “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.” (Hamlet Act II Scene II).

The Extraterrestrial Paintcoin is a more artful form of currency than is its digital cousins. Although, it’s oft been said that first cousins jumping on a bandwagon for a hay ride should never marry on a bridge, or never marry while playing bridge whilst singing a happy tune about Hamlet eating cuisses de grenouilles.

What Is the Extraterrestrial Paintcoin?

The Paintcoin is a square book of coded pictures and poems.  It is designed to look like an ordinary Earth-art coffee-table book of no consequence.  However the Extraterrestrials have assigned a monetary value to it that is honored among their compatriots on Earth.

The Origin of the Paintcoin

The Paintcoin emerged in stages in the community of  alien anthropology students living on Earth.  Starting as a joke, it eventually was seen to actually be a practical expedient for commerce among the isolated students who had been given the hardship assignment of studying Earth culture. It was intended to be exchanged among Extraterrestrials only.  It has since become an opportunity for humans.

However, investing in Extraterrestrial Paintcoins is a difficult and dangerous enterprise, but some people thrive on the thrill of the hunt.  If you’re willing to take on enormous risk you can find one of your own to keep or trade.  But what is the source of Paintcoins you might ask. Perhaps a little background is necessary.

There are Extraterrestrial beings with extraordinary powers living on Earth now, but many are hiding in caves in temperate zones, or hiding at camouflaged bases under the South and North Poles. Being away from a distant planet can be lonely, but sometimes they come to the surface to play with soap bubbles.

It’s fun to blow bubbles, and if you blow them at the North Pole, the soap film will freeze into the shape of a permanent globe before it reaches the ground.  Drawing a map on a soap bubble is a little bit more difficult.  With the right kind of paint and quantum-atomic laser tools, a world map can be drawn on the surface of a bubble.  It can identify the location of gold deposits and other precious metals and medals — even a lost Olympic medal or religious icon…

However, the E.T.’s do not consider metals, such as gold, rare or important.  They have perfected the use of other exotic metals in alloys impossible to produce on Earth. These they consider precious.

It’s only recently that I’ve learned that these visitors from Outer Space are finding it difficult to engage in commerce especially among their own compatriots living on Earth, because they are not comfortable using Earth currencies such as the Dollar, or the Euro and have a bias against Gold because it’s not precious on their home planet. As far as the Bit Coin, their fellow travelers could easily hack into the underlying computer system if they wanted to.  It’s been awhile but I think my sources were trustworthy.

A prescient source had revealed to me that they would choose a rare Earth object as a medium of exchange.  I was told that a small number of these objects would be released soon and the value would be determined based on the level of speculation as regulated by the League. It would be legal tender on the home planet for the settlement of all debts accumulated while visiting Earth. In the rare event that Earthlings might acquire one of these objects they would be allowed to redeem them on any Extraterrestrial planet belonging to the League at a rate to be determined by the local jurisdiction. An Earth artisan would be chosen to create such object. It would be a combination of primitive Earth graphics and poetry to avoid suspicion when traded.

Little did I know that I would be appointed their Deputy Varishynahuki.  Well, there is good news and bad news I think. The good news is that I’ve gotten the commission to design the E.T.’s currency on Earth. The Deputy position is sort of like their version of the Treasurer of the United States.

The bad news is that I don’t get paid except in the new currency which I can only use on their home planet or to buy one of their space craft. I think they are a million or so light years away and I suppose I could go there except that I get carsick and seasick.

I suppose it’s an honor except that no human is supposed to take possession of this proposed object except for me. It had been thought that maybe one or two might “accidentally” fall into the hands of an Earthling besides me and be secretly traded. At some point I had thought maybe I could sell mine for some Earthly goods or services.

Now the problem is that I have to find someone who can trade it under my supervision like in the Dutch Tulip mania of 1637, but I’d have to be sure to sell before the crash. Well, I guess then I’d have to get over seasickness. However, it’s already too late to keep control of the situation.

“Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble…” — Shakespeare

Although it is forbidden for Earthlings other than me to have Paintcoins, it appears that an underground trade has begun.  Based on limited data, a Friends-of-Paintcoin (FoP) network would seem to be metastisizing into a pseudo-Tulip-blossoming (ptb).  But based on inside sources the right to validate is assigned according to an intricate system of both Proof-of-Genealogy (PoG) and of Proof-of- encryption-paradigm-competence (PoEPC) tests.

To simplify: The renegades are distributing Paintcoins based on kinship with Extraterrestrials generations ago. Let the alert investor find one of these, and I will try to assist them.  I don’t know how long the elite Extraterrestrials will tolerate this uncouth behavior.  Perhaps they are tacitly accepting the trade to maintain a convenient currency for their expatriate community. But the Extraterrestrials often research Earth literature for clues to human behavior and economics.

Before investing it is best to study economics as seen in fiction.  Once a modicum of understanding is achieved, the hunt to find a copy of the Extraterrestrial Paintcoin can begin if one is brave.  This is not an offer to sell or buy such an illusory object.  Due diligence should be undertaken by prospective hunters, and no action should be taken without consulting with their financial advisors.

For the study of economics, here are some epic poems to ponder:

Epic Poems

Spring

[Don’t know what to do with this poem. Can’t seem to fix it.]

A kiss is planted
for the party. For

a blossoming in the morning, put
the flowers to bed with love, and
let the sun receive them with glee
yes

it casts
easy mellow spells in the sky:

billowing pillows thrown
like cloudy hats
and marshmallows

sprung from
a bouncing bed