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Aus dem Schweinetagebuch vom 15.02. / From the Pig’s Diary of Feb 15th

#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #MagentaMud #SwineSurrealism #PinkParadox Gedicht / Poem A snout…

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Die Sau, sie springt aus dem Bild / The Sow, She Leaps From the Frame #DaDa #PorcineProphecy #AbstractHam #NeonOink #SurrealSwine Gedicht / Poem A thunder of ham in a geometric sky, Where lavender trotters learn how to fly. She bursts through the borders of emerald grass, A mosaic of bacon and shattered-work glass. Oh, pink-striped herald of the mud-bound soul, Breaking the circle to swallow the whole! With a gaze of a saint and the snout of a king, Hear the discordant song that the sausages sing. She escapes the museum, the frame, and the knife, Into the gloriously senseless, technicolor life. Gedicht / Poem…

Die Sau, sie springt aus dem Bild / The Sow, She Leaps From the Frame

#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #AbstractHam #NeonOink #SurrealSwine Gedicht / Poem A thunder of ham in a geometric sky, Where lavender trotters learn how to fly. She bursts through the borders of emerald grass, A mosaic of bacon and…

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Ein weiterer Eintrag ins Schweinetagebuch / Another entry in the swine’s diary #DaDa #PorcineProphecy #PinkParadox #SnoutSurrealism #OinkArt Gedicht / Poem A profile carved from strawberry ink, Upon the edge of a turquoise brink. With ears like sails in a neon gale, To tell a snouty, twisted tale. The jaw is sharp, the eye a dot, In this frantic, abstract plot. He gazes where the grass is blue, And snorts a dream of something new. A rhapsody in ham and light, Against the green of cosmic night. Ein Antlitz, scharf aus Beerenrot, Verspottet jedes Abendbrot. Die Lauscher steif im gift’gen Wind, Wo alle Schweine Dichter sind.

Ein weiterer Eintrag ins Schweinetagebuch / Another entry in the swine’s diary

#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #PinkParadox #SnoutSurrealism #OinkArt Gedicht / Poem A profile carved from strawberry ink, Upon the edge of a turquoise brink. With ears like sails in a neon gale, To tell a snouty, twisted tale.…

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