The Laughing Swine – A Pink Opera in Green Minor
Excerpt:
I am the giggle between the grass and the grunt. My snout remembers the color pink before it was invented.
The Entrance of the Snout
A pink explosion.
A wrinkle conducts an orchestra of silence.
The air smells like vowels trying to escape:
Oink. Ounk. Oüüüüü.
I laugh in four dimensions:
skin, sound, scent, and suspicion.
The audience is made of mirrors—
each one slightly porkish, slightly philosophical.
Dialogue Between Ear and Eternity
Left Ear: Do you hear the green thinking behind us?
Right Ear: Only when I turn inside out.
Left Ear: Let’s not listen—let’s echo.
Right Ear: Let’s echo without having begun.
A fly applauds. The sun nods in ketchup.
The conversation continues in lowercase vowels.
Inventory of Pigment
- One tablespoon of raspberry thunder.
- A swirl of absurd dignity.
- Whisper of watermelon theology.
- Laughing shade number 13 (for the snout).
- Three invisible applause marks.
Everything smells of applause and afterthought.
Curtain Call of the Curly Tail
I bow in circles, clockwise into nonsense.
Each giggle is a rebellion against geometry.
If you see me laughing, you are already pink.
If you feel the green vibrating, you are the background.
I am the swine who mistook joy for oxygen.
And I refuse to exhale.
Literature & Links
This text was inspired by the DADA principles of spontaneous sense-making and joyful refusal of order, following the tradition of Hugo Ball and Emmy Hennings, reborn through watercolor and whim.
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