Art, hogs and gods
Critics who question whether the essence of art is in the creation or in the viewing are merely overlooking art’s primary function – to liberate each viewer and permit them the autonomy of their own perception – art is in the taste.
The guinea pig
In the laboratories of gods and of men, the guinea pig preceeds every hypothesis and every certainty.
The pork butcher’s daughter
For the pork butcher’s daughter, beauty is a paradox, at once eternal and transitory, absolute and particular, yet it is always rendered down in the kettle of our emotions.
Gluttons and the goods of this world
Gluttons to be ringed? Just who may make that judgment and under what circumstances?
The form of a pig
To forget the world and yourself for a while and, in the form of a pig, to wallow with the swine, is that not perhaps the finest luxury?
Delight in existing
Before you laugh again at the fat and dirty pig, consider just how happy you are right now, do you delight in existing? The look again, do you feel some envy now?
A complacent hog
Complacent hog, woman or man – when the angels, fates or devils tap us on the shoulder, how and why do we choose to listen?
A dead pig’s smile
Before that last smile , there is agony, whether in the yards of Chicago, the white towers of Smithfield or the family barn.
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Workday’s end
Man, woman or swine, at the end of a day of work we wish and hope and strive for better things in the hours yet to come.
