Ireland, (contemporary)
whispers in a pig’s ear – 1
- the w i n d
- is music
- to our
- ears
- cocked & hairy
- as if
- we were
- really
- interested
- in listening
- but it is the snout
- that gives us away
- twitching
- running with d r o o l
- salivating
- grunting
- greeding
- snorting
- for
- the next fix
- if one were to tell
- all that’s possible
- would it be more
- than casting pearls?
- and yet
- is there any choice?
- silk purses
- do
- sometimes
- get sewn!
- at a certain point
- we are
- who we are
- & must
- like the wind
- join the h o w l
- just incase
- the sound
- can
- penetrate
- our thick ears
- to sin is not
- what we
- think
- or have been
- taught
- no
- damnation
- nor 1001 ways
- to fear death
- perhaps
- it be
- the blade
- of redemption
- even
- it means
- simply
- to err
- to stray
- to lose our way
- & in that
- moment
- of r e a l i s a t i o n
- to see
- we are
- l o s t
- this
- is the road
- back from
- I don’t feel right
- to some sense
- of oneself
- of being
- in the right place
- at the right moment
- to meet ourselves
- outside of
- gruntland
- & say
- hello, again
- and again
- to see
- that we are lost
- makes us
- pause
- and lift our
- blind snouts
- from the offal
- the big feast
- of wet sloppy
- chittlins
- dressed-up like
- a banquet
- snouts down
- we are sure
- there’s a pearl there
- somewhere
- in the next mouthful
- or the next
- we look for hope
- where there
- is only hunger
- & itching
- to scratch
- our sense
- of dis-place-ment
- a mouthful
- to fill our v o i d
- but
- perhaps
- it came out
- already?
- grunt
- snort
- fart
- shit
- eat
- shoving
- the nose
- everywhere
- soon it is all
- a s a m e n e s s
- food
- or shite
- or regurgitation
- who
- can distinguish
- the difference?
- who cares?
- we become
- happy grunters
- drunk on methanol
- driven by despair
- searching for hope
- in all
- the wrong
- places
- but there’s
- that wind again
- a lament
- why
- does it wail
- so
- woefully?
- why
- do I remember
- that tune?
- shall I dare
- to stop
- & prick my ears
- just
- for a
- moment?
- shall I
- gather the courage
- to look up?
whispers in a pig’s ear 1 and 2 are here at Porkopolis.org. In 2003 readers of the e-zine DEAD DRUNK DUBLIN &other imaginal spaces were promised that the three remaining poems in this series of five would “be online shortly,” though they never were offered up.
Andrew Lovatt did include a live reading of whispers in a pig’s ear – 1. He explained that these poems were “written to be listened to” so please try the live reading here: whispers – 1
whispers in a pig’s ear – 2
- the stomach
- is made of iron
- feasting on scraps
- & pretending
- a banquet
- eaten
- no brain
- no eyes
- no recollection
- no soul
- it begs
- for more
- without knowing
- con-se-quen-ces
- the grunt
- of life
- swallows
- slops
- un-knowingly
- a-waiting
- the butcher’s
- knife
- Hog Heaven
- is a full belly
- & no
- thought of anything
- other
- than the next snout full
- who would
- face the darkness
- willingly?
- better to lose
- oneself
- in the details
- & desires
- chomp down
- on the bones
- of our
- contentions
- all the
- things
- which
- grip our attention
- and make us
- feel like
- somebody
- any body
- is better than the void
- question
- the seven deadly sins
- are our comrades
- brothers & sisters!
- badges
- of success
- we wear
- with pride
- ” I am”
- all these
- and will
- think you sick
- or un-realistic
- if you don’t
- admire
- our achievements
- I am my job
- my possessions
- my loved ones
- my house
- my car
- my attributes
- encircling myself
- with the trappings
- a likeness of
- some one
- a p e r s o n – a – l i t y
- reflecting
- the glory
- of my pigheaded
- ego
- I grasp myself
- for fear
- that I am
- no one
- but a
- catalog
- of desires
- distraction
- & forgetfulness
- are my greatest
- entertainments
- burying
- & hiding
- my terror
- under a blanket
- of booze
- & conviviality
- gossip
- & chowder
- who needs
- truth
- when we have
- such fine
- company?
About the Poet:
Andrew Lovatt, Ireland, (contemporary) is a poet and writer. Lovatt was formerly editor of the e-zine IIF: Ireland’s Internet Future [irelandsfuture.com].
He was editor as well at deaddrunkdublin & other imaginal spaces, O-ZONE: Alternate Realities, The Irish Diviner and FIBA: A Critical Review of Cinema.
In 1995 Lovatt founded Red Moon Media, after returning to Ireland from the USA and his baptism in the early internet. He is now Red Moon Media’s managing director.
No copies of or recordings of whispers 3 thru 5 ave been found. So, certainly, some additional information on this poet or these poems needs to be included here. Please contact me if you can help. [DES-10/19]
Additional information:
- Dead Drunk Dublin & Other Imaginal Spaces, found here and here.
- Andrew Lovatt at Linkedin
- Red Moon Media