Nonsense Literature and Why You Gotta Read It

What is nonsense literature? It's similar to absurdism, but the two genres handle existential questions and situations in different ways. Absurdism sits there with the meaninglessness like a monk in meditation; it leans into the discomfort and reckons with the not-knowing. While staring into the abyss without blinking is generally serious work, nonsense literature does a whooping cannonball into the inky void. It refuses to treat anything with reverence, much like me who has gotten in trouble more than once for laughing at inappropriate times. Where absurdism struggles and contemplates, nonsense plays. I need nonsense literature, and so do you. Here are a few reasons why:

Some doll nonsense I made

Nonsense sets your brain free. In a world that demands hot takes and content optimized for engagement (barf-o), nonsense literature is an act of rebellion. It's art that cracks jokes without punchlines and tells stories that meander like a drunken philosopher. Take the Mad Hatter’s infamous riddle: “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” Carroll admitted he had no answer in mind, but that hasn’t stopped readers from inventing their own. The point you have the freedom to make one up.

It's the only genre that trusts you. Most literature treats you like a tourist: here we have the theme, and over here's the symbolism, &etc. But nonsense lit shoves you into the driver's seat of a car with a blank road map and some crayons to fill it in. Think about David Byrne yelping "Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, fa, better" in “Psycho Killer." Lots of Talking Heads songs can be placed in the nonsense category which hands you a Rorschach test to project whatever the hell you want onto them. Donald Barthelme's story "The School" shows us a parade of dead classroom pets that should be tragic, but the story's deadpan delivery makes it hilarious. Or deep? Or...? It becomes what you need it to be, whether that's satire, an existential joke, or just a weird romp. You build the meaning.

Chaos feels more honest than realism. Have you ever had a day when you saw a pigeon fight a hot dog wrapper? Cried in a CVS looking at the thirty-nine kinds of toothpaste? Tried to actually talk to someone at an airport but got thwarted by fourteen phone-tree menus (I'm looking at you, Palm Springs International)? Looked at TikTok for more than five seconds?Nonsense lit is the only genre that captures that specific flavor of modern absurdity without trying to sand it down into a meaning. Several of Barthelme’s stories, composed entirely of fragmented conversations, could be mistaken for my group chats.

Some floor nonsense I found

It rewires your brain, (which can make you more chill). As you read more nonsense literature, you'll start spotting patterns in the chaos. And that's because you put them there. It's like learning to read a language that doesn't exist until you invent it. Don't worry, you're not going crazy. Welcome to the club. The password is flibbitybop, and we meet never. Or we’re always meeting. Whatever. Talk to the hand, circle gets the square, bananaphone.

Nonsense literature encourages you to toss life's riddles like confetti and watch where they land. While the rest of us are out here drowning in five-year plans and life hacks, nonsense writers say: "Hey, hey kid, what if we stopped pretending any of this makes sense?" And honestly, that might be the most sensible approach.

For some great examples of nonsense literature we’ve published, check out "My Giraffe" by Lexi Franciszkowicz, "To Rundle the Parlous Hoon" by Matthew Amati, "Soup Line" by Tom Busillo, and "Please, God, Don't Let Dogs Die Anymore" by Douglas Hackle.