Poland/Australia, (b. 1951)
All Writing Is Pigshit
- all writing is
pigshit antonin artaud writes that all writing is pigshit une merde de
cochon schweinerei schweinhund arschgesicht swinstwo swinia pig like a
pig poo poo p that is what it is that is what you read yes they agree
they like it to agree a lift that will give you lift i don’t need a
porca pig what i won’t eat and don’t eat stinky pig my town two crowns
and two pigs they squeal they squeal and i kill i kill antonin artaud
writes “all writing is pigshit” “People that leave the obscure and try
to define whatever goes on in their heads , are pigs”…..” all those for
whom words have a meaning” the steady world steady ready world they
lecture me it the idiot professor says here “those who still believe in
terms” the idiot professor writes to me wants to meet me all by myself
my intentions are entirely honourable the idiot professor love me
invites me writes about me say i am a star now and flattter me i flutter
i write i poo poo and pee pee regress the lead of army i train me i do
it to love they all love me the idiot professor ambassador wants to
meet me and greet me i am famous i love me i am happy the head master
congratulate me i write poems the mayor of st.kilda gives prize teacher
love me they say excell o and then they change mind me idiot professor
loves me he loves me all time loves me then he hates me he leaves me he
won’t tell me he refuse me he dump he won’t answer jects me he bandon
me he doesn’t he talks about me bad he wont have me he wounds me he
hurts me he kills me he murders me i stop work i don’t say word a i
forget me i hide me he invites me and invites me then he dies on me he
dies and doesn’t tell me i wait and await me antonin artaud writes “no
works of art, no language, no word, no thought, nothing” i lie here
bed i eat sleep i won’t write me or say me no no no i block me and lock
me i just teach and teach expository language of common ground i act
dumb, i hide me i dumb me i pretend to be not me not me at all the piano
teacher says why don’t you play i pretend not to do and not me nor you
or anybody they are nasty they say bad things they sign me up they
bust and bang they will not say or they do do not tell me or not send
me or not ask me they steal me and use me nasty nasty nasty i’m not
very good i in stay touch he sends and then i just forget me i hurt me i
hate me i hate this sad to me she writes a high school teacher i am
who i am not i stop me school girl says ania my story not any they so
ask me but i say no no no to me i shut me i kill me in hotel ibis i
dead antonin artaud in mairie d’ivry here ” whole literary scene is a
pig pen” they like easy they wab wab want easy peasy they cook here they
eat me they ate me they kill me they end me bit but but i comer back
again now vanka vstanka i jump up now rumplestiltskin i tear me in
half and tear me and i i glue me tight they operate eye they stick me
stick girl here they rescue me i pull me i tight me i scare me and i
come back here here i go again i they put me wher they shut me but i
come out box jacknow i get outta prison i bounce back toy back again
like bounce ball now and i’m here antonin i look he marie d’ivry i
come again and i say here i say here pip pip pip and pip antonin artaud
says here” you bear-asses, you pertinent pigs, you masters of fake
verbiage, confectioners of portraits, ground- floor lace curtain herb
collectors, plague of my tongue”, ” i will be understood by people who
will do what you do here” and i do i do i know and i know how to pig
here how to pif and pig how to make a word that us under skin how to get
in and get in you arsehole of a bung hole i swear irena kowara said i
sweaand i swear julia writes now that langue at a back that words smack
when words hurt when words are things now and can’t say but i can now
pig city dark city of pigs now that i am gain again fat city in dirty
pig now back to pig city of pig in mud happy as pig now happy they said
how intelligent i am i am back to back now in dark with antonin artaud
that said
About the Poet:
Ania Walwicz, Poland/Australia, (b. 1951), is a poet and play-wright, born in Swidnica, Poland, she emigrated to Australia in 1963 and was educated at Melbourne’s Victorian College of Arts and the University of Melbourne.
She is widely admired for her highly experimental poetry, which rejects the conventional structures of free-verse in favour of the prose-poem form, but creates energetic rhythms through patterns of grammatical and tonal recurrence.
Walwicz’s principal collections include Writing (1982), re-issued as Travel/Writing in 1989, Boat (1989), and Red Roses (1992). Her theatrical pieces include Girlboytalk (1986), Dissecting Mice (1989), and Elegant (1990).
In addition to her books, Walwicz’ work has been published in more than two-hundred journals and anthologies. She has performed her work locally and internationally (including a performance in Geneva alongside one of her inspirations, John Cage) and currently teaches Creative Writing in RMIT’s Professional Writing and Editing program.
Walwicz has been a writer-in-residence at many Australian universities and is well-known for performances of her work. In addition to her books, Walwicz’ work has been published in more than two-hundred journals and anthologies. She has performed her work locally and internationally (including a performance in Geneva alongside one of her inspirations, John Cage) and currently teaches Creative Writing in RMIT’s Professional Writing and Editing program. [DES-04/18]