Walwicz, Ania

Poland/Australia, (b. 1951)

All Writing Is Pigshit

  1. 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

 Ania Walwicz. Cordite Poetry Review, no. 41. 28 February 2013.

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]

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