Disclaimer: This poem is what is in literary terms known as a Nonsense Verse. The inspiration was Jabberwocky. I heard about it from my Cognitive Psychology class. However, there is a Philosophical school of thought known as Absurdism. Humans always want to make everything around us make sense, or have meaning. And we always chase for that meaning, until we reach it, or at least until it appears so. We ascribe meanings to things which ordinarily make no sense. That’s just the way we are.
So read the poem, and please, don’t comment about it not making sense, cos it’s not supposed to. BUT read it, and please give your own interpretation. Assign meaning to it. As of this point, I myself don’t know what I’m writing, so it’s more fun. I’ll see if I have put meaning into it afterwards as well. Have fun!!!!
Watch on, as the gurple runspeesh
Run on, no stop, they want peace
Behold, the mortals will not let go
Sacrificially rendering their souls on the Mirrentko
When though, when will it cease to stop?
When will the disease be cured?
It makes no sense, yet it does make sense, it’s insured
Doesn’t it flitter though the glitters how the grains pour like rain?
Shouldn’t we raise a finger for the sisters whose shames are exposed?
Suppose we try to find meaning, and yet we can’t?
Words don’t have meaning, do they? Who says?
Whose right is it to say that you don’t make sense?
Aren’t these inventions of the marital condolences from afar
The west, the east, through the mist, Please, make a list
A wish, there’s a star, to mar the destiny,
I pity the pedigree, living in penury, it’s been going on for a thousand centuries
Far away in the distance, the future is drawn, Come on
Let’s talk, we’ll walk, I’ll listen, I’ll carry, when you get tired
I’d rather stop, jumbled, oh my goodness, he grumbled, fired
Shots at him, at her, at us? It’s over, Run for covers, call the others
It’s done, we won, no they won, who? We have no opposition
We’re fighting for position, now we’ve caused a terrible demolition
Shame, killing our brothers, our sisters, our fathers, our mothers
Disaster, After, no laughter, tears instead
No tutors, or coaches to teach us, lies we’re fed
Cockroaches, underneath, monsters under, we can’t lie in the bed
AH, Joy, peace, see these worms, take turns to destroy what we strove for
Burns, bruises, scars, poverty, when will this last, Kerosene, none, so what is the stove for?
Journey is pointless, it’s endless, stop, when will we, someone has to tell me what I drove for!
I just read it myself. Try reading it aloud if it is possible, it sounds better, lol. Really it does.
Now think about the poem, make meaning of it. Comment on it, and tell us your interpretation before you go ahead and read mine, below:
Anyways my interpretation is that This is a complaint about humanity, about a group of people who are supposed to be in control. About the terrible implications of what our actions have caused us. It’s about the Journey of life, how it’s just a journey that keeps going, with no stop,. It’s about the decay of society, with no structure, everything is destroyed, everything is scattered. And when it seems like hope and joy and peace are about to surface, the cycle continues yet again. The question though if I feel like the person making the comments or the observation is not human, an alien maybe, or some Extraterrestrial Creature, or maybe GOD, sad about what he had created, maybe? Or maybe by someone who had lived a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ago, and was able to witness the progression of mankind.
Now tell me what meaning do you ascribe to this?