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Pig Speak

I ate the tongue of a pig,
bright pink, salivating,
a stink among the gravy.
I munched and mused,
if that tongue could speak
it would recite the names of truffles,
brown, black and sable,
blazing in the heart of a dark forest.

27 Dec 06

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"i kissed the tongue of a pig,
he gave me AIDS and told
me where the door was,
he'd licked my kidneys
from inside me. now i
can say harley and death
with such a good tee-shirt."
 — mikebauer

yum yum larry
 — unknown

Hi mikebauer

I liked your take. It had a more substantially porky flavour than mine and seemes full of crackling.

Larry I'm a hog for you baby Lark
 — larrylark

Hi unknown

glad you like my flavour

Larry ox tail Lark
 — larrylark

oink squeal
piggly curly corkscrew tail
 — unknown

oink squeal
piggly curly corkscrew tail
— unknown
sounds from yur bedroom?
 — mikebauer

mike bauer is not a poet.

he is a pip squeak
 — unknown

I like this - it's elemental and the juxtaposition of the talking pig and the 'bright pink salivating' eater is a good way of keeping the conceit going. A bit Orwellian, but rather good for that.
 — unknown

say wot, mate? ermmmm........ jolly good show and all that. Orwellian or Orwellesque?
 — unknown

Something, maybe reading too much poetry, has given me a sty in my eyx.

Larry throbbing vision Lark
 — larrylark

I LOVE this poem.  I don't know why.  I just do; especially L's 3, 6 & 8.  Your use of imagery is just awesome.  Happy New Year.  
 — starr

larrylark!!!  i had no idea!!!  this has got to be YOUR BEST ONE yet!!!  
 — starr

mike bauer is poet in his own way,.......he a genius in an obnoxious way, and i love it
 — crismonblue

Larrylonglivelark.  :-)
 — starr

must have been a french pig

 — unknown

What's the pig deal about this poem?
 — unknown

Dear Starr

This is based on a piece of bacon rind which i used one day to tie up my shoe laces when one broke so i could go for a walk in the woods

Larry Savoy Truffle Lark
 — larrylark

This poem is, in my opinion, one of the most potent pieces of writing I've seen in a long time.  The very second I read it, I loved it.  I knew it would be a #1 Top Rated selection from that point on.  I just knew it.  Keep on, Mike!  I love your stuff.
 — starr

It's Larry's, not Mike's.  I think.
Is the extra space behind "mused" in L4 supposed to be there?  If so, I'd use something more grammatically proper...perhaps...an ellipsis...?
I love the diction, tone, structure, and so forth -- I just didn't draw a much of a conclusion from it.  Not sure why I should be reading it.  Hence a 7.
 — aurelius

Dear aurelius

Thanks for the suggestions which i will consider carefully, that is if i can take myself seriously for long enough.

Larry oink oink Lark
 — larrylark

There is no big deal about this poem unknown. I was bored and my assistant on the farm was ill so i had to swill out the piggery, not a very pleasant thing to have to do at 5am on a Christmas morning. One of the pigs yawned, a curtain drew momentarily back and i was standing in the middle of a dark forest with truffles scattered round my feet with a strange oinking coming from the bushes. Some may call this a visionary moment, others would call it a load of old testicles but it is the way things have always happened on the farm

Larry Old Macdonald Lark
 — larrylark

LOL!  I LOVE this poem, larrylark!
 — starr

 — unknown

Dear Starr

I'll take it as a yes that you like this one then shall i? My aim though not always true is to please and i really appreciate your support.

Larry good boy Lark
 — larrylark

Well, I could certainly smell the funk in the kitchen while you feasted.
Well done, Larry "that'll do pig" Lark.
 — jenakajoffer

but, L7,8
brown, black, sable, dark, and

 — chuckles

Only problem I see is the space between "and" and "mused."  One porker of a poem!  
 — Isabelle5

Hi Isabelle

Thanks for rhe spot. They unfortunately don't all come out like a prime piece of pork from the squealing heart of a pig ,oink oink.

Larry bacon boy Lark
 — larrylark

I like the oxymoron of the blazing blaxk truffles - they do blaze for pigs. Excellent poem.
 — opal

Dear Opal

They really do blaze and you can find your way among them even if the moon is not shining.

larry talking total bollacks lark
 — larrylark

i like your poem
 — jumpoline

Dear Jumpoline

That will do just fine and dandy for me.

Larry beano Lark
 — larrylark

I actually feel sick. Congrats, I guess, on making a truly sickening poem. You horses ass.
 — unknown

Dear Unknown

you migh not know this but offal is considered gourmet food in the outback where I live in my tarpaulin covered shack.

Larry back duds man Lark
 — larrylark

Larry, larry, larry, I eat pickled pigs feet but I don't write poems about them.
 — unknown

Dear Unknown

then you jolly well should

Larry boss porker Lark
 — larrylark

I think there should be subject matter consideration when writng a poem. An artist creates a composition that is worthy of viewing, or they should.
 — unknown

It all depends I suppose on what the artist sees as beautiful does it not. One mans car crash is another mans daffodil.
 — unknown

II once argued on the side of a Canadian artist whose art consisted of smashing dead rats between canvases. The blood and guts would then be sealed in with all of their gory glory to astound art gallery enthusiasts. I state now for the record that he did indeed have the right to create his art, and he had the right to call it art, but I do not think now that he acted in a responsible manner, a civil manner, or a moral manner. No one can say that it was beautiful, not even the artist. Just because we have the right to do something does not mean that we should in fact do it.  
 — unknown

Hi Unknown

I agree to an extent and for me shock art came and went with Marcel Duchamp. Personally I would not kill any creature to create a work of art and a lot of what passes itself off as art these days is mere flim flam, transient and superficial just like most peoples lives and who is to say that art however unoriginal, striving  for mere effect, only to become tomorrows chip paper, should not reflect that. Warhol certainly did but his imitators in the post modern world are in the main,to me , tediously un endearing and produce mere artifacts.

Larry bullshit alley Lark
 — larrylark

You do see by agreeing that you null and void this poem, yet it remains. A contridiction remains.
 — unknown

I think you are getting poetry and ethics confused.

Larry bringing home the bacon Lark
 — larrylark

No, I am not confused. Poetry can be fiction or non-fiction, but don't you be confused that if you are creating non-fiction that your integrity should be a part of your art. Why? Readers will sense the honesty of your words or lack thereof.
 — unknown

Sorry unknown

you can go round these points over and over again but I retain the right to fictionalise non fiction in any way i like, for after all I am only doing what we all d, make life into a fiction that suites our own ends.

Larry unknown fiction Lark
 — unknown

I loved this the first time I read it and I love it now.  It's so different and so
pig-a-licious.  I remember when I was a kid watching Rowan & Martin's "Laugh-In."  Ruth Buzzy was inside a butcher shop looking at all the meats in the showcase and asked the butcher, "What's that?"  The butcher replied, "That's tongue."  And she responds (in a disgusted and shocked tone), "Ewwww...how can ya taste something that's tasting you back?"  I nearly pissed myself!  That's got to be one of the best lines EVER!!!!  Great poem still, Larry!
 — starr

I had to revisit this poem because it is my #1 favorite poem on P.C.!  Hey, Larry!  Starr :-)
 — starr

line 5 to 8 are good,  the rest is so much cuisine
 — bettalpha

the title is very good
 — bettalpha

Hi starr,

I am excessively pleased with your further proclamations of your love for this poem

Larry speaking into cyber space Lark
 — larrylark

i saw a guy eat pig eyes
 — psychofemale