`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
– Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
Nonsense is not the negation of sense. True senselessness or “no-sense”, belonging only to the gods, is unanalyzable, incomprehensible (in all senses – not just logical, but aesthetic, mathematical, emotional). No-sense is the imperceivable pre-matter out of the scope of human power.
Nonsense is also not the mystification of meaning, nor the romantic elevation of sense to other modes of understanding. It hides no secret, has no gods. Although no-sense is, nonsense isn’t.
Nonsense uses meaning to pose an opposition – a negative approach to sense. As a political act it rejects logic, legality, even common ground. Nonsense inherently understands that the production of meaning is in fact the act which confers power. Nonsense is then a stab in the eye of sense-making.
Although Nonsense uses a stance of refusal to free up the manufacturing of sense, it leaves behind just enough ambiguous meaning to empower the individual’s perception. Through nonsense, language disenfranchises convention and re-confers the power of the image to the preceptor, and a single text now passes through a multitude of bodies to create a monstrous beast which has as many heads as it has imaginers.
Through the endless eyes of this multitudinous beast, a new light is shone upon all texts – sense, no-sense, and nonsense. That is the liberating power of its small destructions.