Sturgeon's Law

This certainly begs a question:

Who is the Pig Laureate?
 

David Lee, without a doubt. His books, The Porcine Legacy and Porcine Canticles alone qualify him, but there are more. His chapbook/single long poem, Wayburn Pig, seals the deal.



Behold
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And came forth like Venus from an ocean of
heat waves, morning in his pockets and the buckets in his hands
he emerged from the grey shed, tobacco and wind
pursed together in song from his tight lips he gathered the day
and went out to cast wheat before swine. And in
his mind he sang songs and thought thoughts, images of day
and heat, wind and sweat, dreams of silver and
visions of green earth twisting the cups of his mind
he crossed his fence of wire, the south Utah steppes
bending the air into corners of the sky he entered
the yard to feed his swine. And his pigs, they come.

---Dave Lee
 

thank you for making life better
 

Selected Piglets sure has a ring to it...
 

Cool.

32 Piglets
 

I love the pigletry!! Although I'm personally a tigger fan mysefl ;)
 

Among twenty sloppy troughs,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the piglet.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a pen
In which there are three piglets.
III
The piglet whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a piglet
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The piglet rooting
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the piglet
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O porcine men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the piglet
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the piglet is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the piglet flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of piglets
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For piglets.
XII
The river is moving.
The piglet must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The piglet sat
In the cedar-limbs.