I was told to write Nonsense? What am I suppose to turn-in?
Nonsense he said. What? What is nonsense—to a child “go clean your room!” Is she serious? Nonsense. not making sense?
Or does not want to make sense? How can Emory tolerate nonsense? Wait, did you hear about the time when we
actually got invited to the penthouse in Sydney? What! Omg how can guys talk about football
and basketball all day it’s such nonsense—because it doesn’t make sense, but
when it makes sense its still nonsense because it doesn’t make sense to me.
Woah I actually found Nemo swimming with Dory last summer. Why is the sky green
and the grass blue. Swimming, diving,
flying, sailing, running, jumping, parachuting wait for the rice to cook before
you boil the popcorn! Fa la la but Christmas is so far now love is in the water
because its almost time for that time when during this time is when all the
people who are couples during this time is the time when girls get presents at
this time but boys try to run at this time of year when it is time to write
love letters and time to get sweet sweet presents and chocolates—but chocolates
make you fat so at this time is when love may turn to hate and hate may turn to
love but its almost time for new hate and old mates to sing and be merry. But
why am I writing all this nonsensical stuff sleep yawn morning exam sad joy why
do computers have tools and gates and eni meeni miny mo the tiger ate my big
toe. I tried to run but found the sun in front of the hamburger bun. They were
laughing and having a merry old time before I could say why how you going the
bun exploded and the sun melted all while I remembered that I was suppose to
turn something in last popping corn away from bottles. Gum exploding in my
earpiece and ails scratching the tornado in the back. What? Sydney penthouse
who? What? When? OMG wait is this nonsense just not making senses still going
on? Sweet is no longer ugly and all I want to do is sleep sleep sleep. Bed,
sleep, warm stones on my back. Why is there a pig on my mug when I don’t even
eat pork what is logical now. Is this how life goes—a thousand and eight thoughts
filling my senses trying to confine to logic but it all implodes—does that even
make sense? Seventy more hours until my fate is declared a villain. Heroes or villains
the computer points out a fragment but what is a fragment but nonsense at its
best with no meaning or religion! Wowza can this be? Only three is company
maybe more can be a crowd or if not to loud we can have a ball with presents
and toys but wait is this nonsense over and now everything must make sense
again?
I really liked the way you wrote this nonsense. I think it’s really entertaining and reminds me a lot of Joyce’s stream of consciousness. I can definitely see you sitting at your desk just ranting whatever comes to mind. I really like that there’s sort of an oddly clear flow throughout the piece. For example, you start about trying to figure out what to write about, get onto what nonsense actually is, then about whether Emory would tolerate nonsense, and then somehow end up talking about how the students at Emory talk nonsense all the time.
ReplyDeleteThroughout the piece, you seem to follow the single question of what is nonsense. You start with it and seem to change the definition throughout the piece. It’s as if the nonsense that you wrote is about nonsense and what it is, which makes sense but shouldn’t because it’s nonsense and therefore kind of shouldn’t make sense.
I think it was really nice touch that it’s all one paragraph and doesn’t quite follow every single grammar or punctuation rule. It really adds to the “single train of thought” feeling.
Something else I thought that was really entertaining about the piece is that the longer you read it and the more you go on, the more you get sucked into it and by the end you kind of feel like you’ve gone crazy (in a good way!). I like the random changes throughout the piece and overall I really enjoyed reading it!