Unpoetry’s Possible Influences and Commonalities with Other Works of Art

    I was looking at some stuff on Wikipedia and Google this evening in an effort to get a sense of what types of poetry or other writing, theatre or visual art might share some similar attributes to unpoetry and I found several different commonalities, many of which I had already come in contact with, but had just not crossed my mind. I also found a lot of bits and pieces, here and there, but no exact style or presentation that, as a whole, was like unpoetry, at least in its purest form.
   Some of them were Ulysses, by James Joyce, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, by T. S. Eliot, several works by Samuel Beckett, Swann’s Way, by Marcel Proust, several works by Virginia Woolf, poems by Pierre Reverdy, Ezra Pound, Wallace Stevens, parts of works by Shakespeare, automatic writing, stream of consciousness, surrealism, cubism, interior monologue, collage, Dada, absurdism, and many others.
   What just about shocked me, was how it is possible that many of these works influenced me unconsciously, and how drastically unaware I have been about how I have assimilated all these influences, along with so many others, without even thinking about it. It’s like I have learned how to write from all these innovators, put all their styles into one big pot, mixed it all together, cooked it for a very long time, made a purée in a blender, then took out one spoonful, and that, my friend, is unpoetry! It is amazing and mysterious, how the mind works, really!

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Dreaming of Simplicity

Morphing slightly

Into a butterfly.

The colors change

Into a beautiful creation.

I want to be that creature.

I want to change.

I want to be beautiful,

Happy with a raindrop

On a leaf.

Like a child,

Devoid of self-consciousness,

Wanting to play again,

Laugh loudly,

Run without care,

Giggle at everything,

Kick and bounce,

Enjoy a sprinkler in the front yard,

Or pretend.

Maybe when I’m older,

I won’t care what people think,

I will find my own way again

To be myself.

I will be able to have visions,

Enjoy the little things,

Relax without worry,

Not take myself too seriously.

Life is funny,

How we move in circles,

But there I go again.