Surrealist poetry has to be one of my favourite forms of writing; this is because it gives you licence to let your imagination wander into all sorts of weird and wonderful avenues that you would not necessarily have wandered into when following a certain pattern, for instance, if that pattern happens to be making sense of the whole picture.
Surrealism is exactly that, weird, surreal, off-kilter; look at the work of Salvadore Dali or Picasso to really get a sense of what surrealism can truly be in the art world.
We are all artists in our own way, and we all have the ability to go out on wild plains and let our imaginations take over. We also have the licence to do so, and this is something that popular thinking does not seem to allow.
When we think of eccentric people we tend to think of people who look weird, perhaps behave oddly, do not fit into the world as we see it. But why should they? Everyone is entitled to be the person that they want to be, it is only society that has created the conformity that does not allow this and puts all of us, round and square, into a peg.
There are some wonderful collections of poems that are surreal at Allpoetry:
I especially like Surrealist Chick and her poem 60 Year Cycle Pow Wow. Check it out at the above link.
I like the fact that she has not conformed to the regular way of writing and that her brain takes her on a journey of tangents. And that is what we should all allow ourselves to do, take a journey within our mind and see in what direction it takes us.
After all, we are connected to something else in one way or another. Whether you believe in God or believe in something else, we are all connected to the stars and the planets that surround us. Heading into space shouldn’t be a challenge for us, it should be like going home.
Thank you for allowing me to indulge myself into a little bit of surrealist bloggery, if any of this makes sense to you then all the better, but if it doesn’t, and if it feels at odds with a regular way of writing, then all the better still.
We all have the chance to be different: to think differently, to change our lives and to be daring in our futures. If you look at how things should be done normally then you would wonder where does the progression come from, where does the ingenuity come from. The human race would not have moved forward as much as it had had it not been for those wishing to push things, in their own small way, and create something a little better, not necessarily for the human race, but just for themselves. That is was surrealism is, not a movement or a way, but a chance for something else, an acknowledgment to yourself that you can expand your mind and that you are allowed permission to seek out something that you once may have thought would be impossible to find.