[Newspoetry] Newspoetry From Cryptome

[Mike Lehman]

Joe,
I'm not sure who exactly wrote this. You might consider sending an email
to John Young, the guy who runs Cryptome, if it sounds like it's usable.
I think he's the one who wrote it, but I'm not certain. I know it sounds
like Newspoetry to me. I could define the acronyms if you wanted to make
them hotlinks somehow.
Mike

Cryptome URL:
<http://216.167.120.50/>

Cryptome Newspoetry

News of the $46 million lottery ticket laying itself aside not knowing
it was a winner, tells it's time for this: 

A prodigous author has been sending manuscripts one a month to global
intelligence and the policy has been to never acknowledge receipt unless
the work speaks for itself. None have. 

Once a sheaf of top secrets complained of bad air in the cellar by way
of a cryptic note to the FISA judge. More comments were allegedly made
to the storeroom marshal on unhealthy atmosphere, so a courtroom
collection bought a circulating fan, for naught: the ancient crypt
lacked electricity. 

Jessica Stern, a scholar researching new American terrorism, applied for
access to the unpublishables, got it, spied within a week the encryption
key to the pile, a unique thesaurus by the author wherein lay the
euphemisms, if you will, by which the assemblage was crafted,
codeword-belayered ciphertext. 

"Do you read this, if so, you are misled," a recurring phrase emerged as
Stern fed the paper into a scanner, optically deciphered it and gazed
upon the streaming. 

"Turn here," appeared infrequently, following by minutes, then days, of
blank nothingness, text so lacking Stern gasped for air of cognition,
choked in the meaninglessness of volumes with nothing to say, to reveal,
to rant about, to cheat the gullible observer of unappreciated arcanity. 

Stern's terrorism intelligence ambition died as intended, assassinated
by leaving so much unsaid the best of spies succumbed from the surfeit
of innocence, dire plotlessness, no pen put to paper, no tapping of the
keys, no plaintext to encipher, no code of horrific national threats to
crack. 

The FISA/High Court judges awarded the vaultfull a TS/SI/TK medal of
"WTF," ordered a seal of hazardous imponderability, Whitbread was called
into to cast an inverse, the concrete wad to be submarined off the
continental shelf, where down it plunged severing the three optical
fiber cables connecting the US to Europe, Middle East and Central Asia,
terminating a National Security Agency tap on transactions for the most
dangerous weapon of mass destruction: non-existant, urgent, vital
information too dangerous to be revealed ever but forever silently
whispered in the ears of spying overseers terrified of not knowing what
only a few know.