The Pigs Debut [The Other Side of the Poem]

May 13, 2013

How a bouquet of words and a bottle of wine
can sit next to that quart of chords—the pig’s debut,
so to speak—and remain so nimble, they couldn’t see
or hear until that son of a sow  was grown— the other side of the poem, you know, the mother tongue
in not so silken seeds is sown. ‘The Pigs’ indeed!

They’re muddy, but they’re cleaner than you think.
Not fastidious, mind you, and most defiantly—
most defiantly—not pink. Pigs hate the color pink.
Reminds them of a roller skating emporium—
and of course, it stinks, you know, something you
wouldn’t think to speak of, or even dream…

because that rhyme with ‘rink’ is not allowed,
not on this side of the  poem.
Too sing-song for a duet, lads…
like pigs in a bouquet, a sobriquet too rare
to be removed from the grill just yet. For ‘The Pigs’
likes them well done, don’t you know. He likes them a lot.

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4 Responses to “The Pigs Debut [The Other Side of the Poem]”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    This might be a good time to quote Walter Pater: ‘All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.’

  2. John Stevens Says:

    OK Jim, I’ve been reading again, out loud several times. I’m starting to see what you mean about a duet of poems although I only get so far.
    Above all, however, I’m aware of the musical sounds of the lines – the rhythm is strong and natural and there are numerous, pleasing internal rhymes and echoes. It is practically a sing-song of its own. That’s where the strength lies I think.

  3. extrasimile Says:

    A poor reader? No, John, you’re the Internet’s great gift to me and I try not to take it (you) for granted. I’ve been writing a lot lately, experimenting with voices and poems that are sometimes a little crude and coarse. Letting the river flow, as it were, on its own course. But I have been thinking about your idea, to try again, maybe this time get it right (or at least better) and maybe with the passage of time this will be a good idea, but I think not now. After all it already is two poems. (A kind of ‘mash-up’). Now, I’m quite sure the world would be a better place without the term ‘meta-poem’, but there you have it. Inside ‘The Pigs Debut’ there is the meta-poem ‘The other side of the Poem’. Is ‘inside’ the right word? Try reading it as a dialog (or duet) between what one would hear if one only heard it read and what one sees and hears when one reads the words on the page.
    Too sing-song for a duet, lads…
    like pigs in a bouquet, a sobriquet too rare
    to be removed from the grill just yet.

    I hope this helps. And thanks, John.

  4. John Stevens Says:

    Phrases here that I like a lot: a bouquet of words and a bottle of wine; the other side of the poem; pigs hate the colour pink; pigs in a bouquet, a sobriquet too rare …
    This is typically playful, Jim, but I’m finding it a little hard to follow.
    There’s a regular form: three stanzas of eight lines each, and echoes of word sounds. There’s a lot going through your mind, but I’m afraid I have to watch this game from the sidelines.
    Could you be tempted to do it again, Jim, differently? Play it by different rules? Or would that miss the point? Maybe it does what you needed it to do, and can’t be different.
    Tell me I’m a poor reader today!


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