Albert Blitstein
IT IS A RARE OCCASION, WHEN A SINGLE BOOK, CONTAINS ENOUGH MATERIAL TO PRODUCE A DOZEN ACADEMY AWARD MOVIES. SEVERAL TOP RATED TELEVISION SERIES, OR A STREET RIOT!
THE TITLE SAYS IT BEST. "BET YOU CAN'T READ JUST ONE"
THE ADVENTURE STORIES WILL TAKE YOU INTO THE FUTURE, OR TO A LITTLE VILLAGE IN ROMANIA, OR INTO THE MIND OF A WORLD WAR II VETERAN!
THE POEMS CAN BE FOUR LINES LONG, OR THREE PAGES LONG. THEY WILL STARTLE YOU BY THEIR FRANKNESS, AND THRILL YOU BY THEIR SUBJECTS. THE CHOICE IS YOURS!
PERHAPS THE TITLE SHOULD SAY: BET YOU CAN'T EAT JUST ONE AFTER ALL, A BOOK ALSO HAS TO BE DIGESTED, SO START EATING, AND READING!
THE AUTHOR IS AN EXPERIENCED WRITER ABOUT THE WONDERS OF THIS UNIVERSE, AND HAS A BOOK SHOWING THE ACTUAL FACES, BODIES, AND LOCATIONS OF ALIENS ON PLANET EARTH. THIS BOOK WAS HIS FIRST GRAPHIC PUBLICATION, AND IS CALLED, "EARTH X-POSED." THE AUTHOR HAS TRAVELLED EXTENSIVELY, AND HAS SEEN THIS PLANET FROM MANY UNUSUAL PERSPECTIVES. HIS FAVORITE VIEW IS FROM A HIGH ALTITUDE, FOR HE WAS A CARTOGRAPHER, AND AN AERIAL PHOTOGRAPHER, FOR TWENTY YEARS. HIS HIGHLY ORIGINAL POEMS HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED BY THE NATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETRY, AND HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED. THE SUBJECTS IN HIS ADVENTURE STORIES AND POEMS, ARE UNIQUE, AND TYPICAL OF THIS REMARKABLE WRITER. THE NATIONAL LIBRARY OF POETRY, HAS ASSIGNED THE AUTHOR THE TITLE OF, VIP. THEY CALL HIM A "VERY IMPORTANT PENMAN"
BROWN INTO BLUE
IF I, WERE A MUDDY, BROWN RIVER,
AND YOU WERE A SWEET, BLUE STREAM,
I WOULD JUMP MY BANKS, AND MINGLE OUR WATERS,
AND TURN US BOTH INTO STEAM.
WE WOULD RISE IN THE AIR,
BECOME CLOUDS IN THE SKY,
AND RAIN DROPS OF WATER DOWN,
ON THE SHIPS PASSING BY.
WE WOULD DRIFT TO THE ARCTIC,
BECOME SNOWFLAKES AND ICE,
THEN THAW IN THE SPRING,
WHEN THE WEATHER TURNED NICE.
AS WAVES ON THE OCEAN,
WE'D RACE FOR THE SHORES,
THEN LAY WARMLY BECALMED,
NEAR THE LAND CALLED AZORES.
WE WOULD SING WITH THE SIRENS,
PLAY WITH THE WHALES,
TO BE TOSSED UP AS SPRAY,
AS THEY CRASHED THEIR GREAT TALES.
WE WOULD GLIDE WITH THE TIDE,
THAT DANCES WITH THE MOON,
PULLED THIS WAY,AND THAT WAY,
INTO BAY AND LAGOON.
CLOVEN BY THE PROW,
TO BE MERGED BY THE RUDDER,
WE'D BE CHURNED INTO FOAM,
LIKE MILK INTO BUTTER.
OVER AND OVER ,
WE WOULD BLEND IN THE SEA,
BROWN BECOMES YOU,
BLUE BECOMES ME.
BUT THIS IS OUR WISH,
WHAT WE WANTED TO BE,
BOUND TO EACH OTHER,
FOR ETERNITY.
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