Stumbling along the sidewalk

Just a note on the psychological and emotional cost of writing nonsensical poetry. It seems to take its toll on my heart, mind and soul. There is a psychic conflict that arises when one attempts to enter into a world where the very opposite of common sense, the backside of knowledge and intellect, is the basis for truth in expression. This conflict arises more fully when one’s mind has been more integrated into society in habit, daily experiences and communication. So, I have become more social, more religious, I hate to say it, but, more normal. Perhaps, some may say, I have become more mature. But this change has taken me out of a world of mental absurdity and meaninglessness, and pushed me into a more stable, more straight ahead reality, so to speak. So, because of this change, writing poetry that defies meaning, like I have been in the habit of writing for over thirty years, becomes more of an exhausting chore, and less of an enjoyable pastime. For this reason, I have resorted to writing Unpoetry less often, and it is become less of a go-to source of relief and solace. I think I will continue to write it, since I believe it has value and needs to be continued and passed on to others. But if I continue in a more stable mindset, I won’t be doing Unpoetry as much as I used to do it.