Bizarre thought topic
The most bizarre thought I can think of is the absurd type of extended metaphor called a pataphor, coined by P. A. Lopez after the concept of pataphysics invented by Alfred Jarry. Bizarrely absurdist, it can be a tad frightening, like a nightmare gone wild, as one image flows into the next in a strange dreamscape logic. It is lucid dreaming, when you know you are dreaming.
It is a difficult concept to explain. A picture is better. It can be visualized as when one of the holographic characters in Star Trek became aware of his own existence and took on a life of his own.
A pataphor has been described as a lizard's tale that has broken off and becomes a new lizard.
Pataphor poem by Ben Wikinson (Poetic example--you probably need to think in pictures here)
A poem is an empty room
in as much that nobody's in it,
but since I’ve arranged the furniture to my liking –
a personal feng shui, you could say, if you like –
please don’t mess it up by moving things
about, or by attacking the ordered scheme
which gets much better with a few reads, I promise,
with the club of initial criticism. Sit down. Take stock.
Have a look around you, notice its finer points: the plush
sofa making up the bulk of things as if some aphorism
or touch of wit, the gorgeously distractive mantelpiece,
finest oak table with a glass-centred transparency
that’s earthy enough, neither difficult nor tough; smeared
or unclear. Or the thick sprawled length of the shag carpet
here: out of vogue, perhaps, but dense enough to make
for ample roots that lend the room its depth; its feel. If you
take your socks off you can sense its soft caress; as if –
now you’ve hopefully become a tad more comfortable –
you’d lived in this room for decades, on and off, come and gone
to find these four tall walls your citadel. Take a book from the shelf.
See, reader, we’re not all that different, really,
dabbling our minds in the same sort of stuff. This room
will never be enough –
no need to trust me on that one,
we both know the truth of it –
but since – High Windows? good choice –
your thinking is not a million miles
from what, for all intents and purposes,
we’ll call mine, you can enter here, at least,
and get a sense of the reassuringly familiar
with a dash of the unexpected. Now look
up from this book, this book, and sense it
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Check out any pataphor website to learn more, if you like.