Theatre of the absurd —

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that lingering dream --
as absurd as it may be --
i think it was you
looking over
your shoulder
with a wink
and a smile
dawn atop
queen anne hill
fog clinging
to your legs
as if children spelled
to their mother
all
white ribbons
smoky lace
before the ravens
exploded
the sky with
their raucous
tok tok toks:
this this this 
they cried

ludicrous
life may be:
i'm glad
you've gone mad
with me
 

I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

down the path he walked
watching the butter-flies 
dandy-lions playing games with
each other along the way
when he ran into the girl
with the ragged curl
and told her, he'd lost his way
which way do I go? he asked
where do you want to go? she replied
some place other than here
she paused
then keep walking, for some place other
is just around the bend...

“Contrariwise,” continued Tweedledee, “if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.”

Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

3 thoughts on “Theatre of the absurd —

  1. I like how you have hung this together. What is absurd and what is ‘normal’? Surely, if one were to look solely at media news, then the life that goes on around us is the absurd and the madness in our heads is what keeps us sane….reminds me of a quote from Catch-22…

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