The majesty of the pig is something much overlooked in modern literature. Dog, sandwiches, monkeys, all these “fashionable” creatures are prefered by the “literatte” but the real art lies in communication with the pig-soul. Discuss with reference to chapter seven.
A Pig Cannot Look Up
A pig cannot look up, she said.
A pig cannot look up. Can [+] not. Cannot. Can’t.
Yes. It can’t look up. He, she-whatever: it can’t look up.
Why would you say such a thing?
Well, it’s a physiological fact.
No, I mean . . . Why?
Why can’t a pig look up?
No. I take your word for it: it’s a physiological fact. I’m not asking you to explain about the biology etc. It can’t do it-fine. But why do you . . . Why would you utter this phrase to me? Did you think I needed to know this?
No. . . .
It’s a ridiculous phrase. You see that, right?
I guess so. A pig can’t look up-that is kind of funny.
And you just said it.
But I didn’t really get the impression you were trying to be funny.
Right-I wasn’t really.
But you just said this, A pig cannot look up. I’d like to know why. It’s kind of odd, just to blurt out something like that, A pig cannot look up. I mean it’s fine, it’s okay that you did that, I don’t mind, I think it’s harmless enough. But I don’t think you said it for effect. Did you?
No, you’re right. I just kind of said it, A pig cannot look up. I heard that the other day on some TV show, A pig cannot look up. Or maybe it was, Which animal can’t look up? A) a pig, B) . . . I don’t even remember which one it was on, just some show. It wasn’t a sitcom, it was like, Quirky animal trivia here, supposed to be interesting, I guess, I don’t remember what show. A pig cannot look up. I don’t know. I guess I thought it was kind of funny, kind of an odd phrase, A pig cannot look up, like you said.
And so you just wanted to say it.
Okay. I think I get it.
A pig cannot look up.
It can’t, a pig. That’s part of it, I think, too: that it’s true, what an absurd thing, A pig-of all animals for it to be a pig, for some reason, just to say it, A pig-cannot look up. I mean, you know.
Yeah. It can’t, a pig, can’t look up. A pig cannot look up. Yeah. I get it.
You just wanted to say it.
A pig. Cool.
Greggory Moore is a denizen of Long Beach, CA, where he does a variety of word-related work, including writing for The District Weekly and the L.A. Times, editing K-12 lesson books and a pair of high-end lifestyle magazines, even taking minutes at HOA meetings. Hey, it’s a living (kind of). He is currently shopping his first novel, The Use of Regret.