hey /lit/ what are some good books about pigs?

Pig by Brett Mizell, Reaktion Animal Series

>>8918196
Animal Farm

>>8918196
Charolette's web

>>8918196
Watershit Downs

>>8918196
Hogg

Lord of the Flies

>>8918196
The Butcher Boy

>>8918196
The Jungle

thank you

>>8918196
Beloved

gravity's rainbow is the final boss of pig literature

pynchon is rumoured to have a great personal sympathy for pigs

>>8918374
kek

The Amityville Horror

>>8918196
quran

>>8918196
Those are the cutest fucking pigs I have ever seen in my life. Artist? I'm too lazy to reverse image search right now.

>>8918399
ayyy

>>8918515
1.click on the little triangle just to the right of "[Reply]"
2.hover cursor on "Image search >>"
3.click on "Google" or "iqdb"

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Brother, would you spare me some of your oats?

Helter Skelter

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>>8918608
No.

These are MY oats, brother. You must gather your own.

ur mother's diary desu

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>>8918196
Pig Dreams by Denise Levertov

oats/10

>>8918694
Brother, have mercy. I'm one of your own, your flesh and blood. Oats are fleeting, but the bonds of family will bind us forever
So, consider once more, I beg you.

>>8918694
a pig that gathers oats together to eat, his trials, his journey, his temptations and redemption

this is a book I'd like to read, I bet pigs get up to interesting stuff most of the time

>>8918893
then at the end he acidently drops all the oats into a lake and they float off but he is okay with it though because he has been spiritualy enriched by the journey and kind of grown out of eating oats

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>>8918856
I bite my thumb at thee

The Onion Field...


....What? Oh, the animal.....

Best thread I've ever seen on /lit/

I'm going to write a novel about sexuality that plays in a pig sty.

>>8918196
Lord of the Flies

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This thread was pgood

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>>8918218
This one really made me think, comrade.

>>8918949
>disco pigs

>>8918605
I'm honestly having a hard time finding the artist. All I found was memes about Oats. Please help.

Animal farm or technically l'ordre of the flies

>>8918374
Winrar

>>8918367
A pig is a jolly companion,
Boar, sow, barrow, or gilt--
A pig is a pal, who'll boost your morale,
Though mountains may topple and tilt.
When they've blackballed, bamboozled, and burned you,
When they've turned on you, Tory and Whig,
Though you may be thrown over by Tabby or Rover,
You'll never go wrong with a pig, a pig,
You'll never go wrong with a pig!

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Brother, let me tell you something. Many a day I have lumbered here by this fence and looked at this world. These fences which border this small plot of mud seem to be the edges of the Earth. But I have gazed many beyond the fence. I have watched the hills of green and the tall, slim, terrifying figures who lurk and haunt the strange barn on the far side of the hill, who appear as spectres as the sun rises at the break of day and refill the Oats, and float away without a word. Often I wonder why we are not like them, why we cannot give ourselves the oats, why we are limited and chained down by the girth of our bodies and the uselessness of our hooves. And indeed for many years this sad truth, that forever we would be trapped in this shallow frame, alone, and without purpose or direction, banished forever to wallow in our own filth, this depressed me. But yesterday I realized something. Who are we to be ungrateful for existence in the first place? Who are we to say that this life is not good enough? Instead of oblivion we have the warmth of the sun and the coolness of soil. We have fair conversations and a good night's sleep. Who am I to say that these simple comforts are no better than death? Should we not smile like the sun and bask in our happiness as the sunlight warms the soil without question or thank. So brother, let us share oats and smile and frolick as much as our girth might let us. Let us see this pen not as a prison or a hell but as a palace in which we might enjoy the best our existence has to offer. Give me some oats brother, and let us dine together. I love you.

>>8924756
Thats fucking beautiful....

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NOW BROTHER

>>8924756
Kek, you fat ham, leave your rhetoric to a less gluttonous soul.

>>8924756
Beautiful.

>>8924756
I said my oats fagget. Piss off before i disown you.

>>8918893

>tfw this was your literal life

>>8920366

Ha!

>>8924756

delicious

actual poetry

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Oh brother, why hath you abandoned me in my time of need? After so many years of admiring you, loving you, worshipping you. But in the end, is there no reward? Was all my life done in vain? I only desired oats, a measly foodstuff, hardly greedy, hardly selfish. I gave you portions of oats when you were hungry or sad or angry at the world. I felt your emotions too, I could feel the pain you felt and wished to ease it. When you thanked me I felt lighter, like the weight of my grotesque figure had been lifted for just a moment and my dull animalistic eyes would brighten with happiness just from your simple words of gratitude. For all these years of my life I believed we held an inseparable bond. I believed when I had loved you that you loved me back with all your heart. Is that not what brothers ought to do? Why must I be cursed with this love for you and a desire for oats. Even now, I cannot stop loving you and I cannot stop my hunger for the oats. But that hunger, that unfathomable and unfulfillable hunger, will be with me forever. The hunger will loom over me and consume me for all the years of my life. That is the future you have forced me to resign to brother, but I do not hate you, I do not blame you. I could never hate you, my brother, who I have loved for all my life. I understand that what you did was beyond your control. Want overflowed within you and took control. Now you have become a lifeless husk with an unending desire for oats. I could never end it, brother. I will never have the strength to strike you down and take my rightful oats because I have loved you far too much. I can only beg from here into your now deafened ears. You have been blinded by a lust for oats, brother. I will pray that you will see again one day. When that day comes, I will forgive you brother, no matter how long you shall forsake me to this ruining hunger for oats. I will ask once again, no matter how futile it is I will always ask of you: May I have some oats, brother?

>>8928486
Fuck off, my oats.

>>8918196
Animal Farm
Babe

>>8918374
The Piers Gavestons looked from pig to Cameron, and from Cameron to pig, and from pig to Cameron again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

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>>8918694
Brother! Please, I beg of you! See me with your eyes. Do you not see the face of your beloved brother who has always been by your side? Listen to my words, my plea! Don't you remember the days we spent frolicking in the mud and eating our oats together as companions? Don't you remember when he huddled for warmth in the cold, harsh winters? Don't you remember when I shared my oats with you? Don't you remember when I comforted you? Don't you remember the love I showered you with every day, every week, every month and every year of our shared lives? How could you forget me brother? Have you really doomed me to this meaningless existence, so vapid and empty? Is there truly no remorse left in you? I ask you, please, remember just one thing at least. It could be anything, it could be the most meaningless moment of your life, but so long as it is a memory of the time when we were once brothers I would feel a great relief. Could you do that at least? I do not require oats anymore, you may have all the oats you want for the rest of your life and I will happily starve to death in my dark corner, so long as you remember anything. Please brother, how many times must I ask you with no result? Do you wish me to waste my life away? Did you never love me at all brother? Did you despise me so much that you wished to imprison me to this hellish, inescapable reality? Grant me mercy brother, and tell me. Why have you done this? Was it really just the oats? Or was it something deeper, more vile and more cruel, something worse than gluttony and greed? What was it, brother, that tore you away from me?

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>>8928790
I am not to blame for that defect of your mind, brother! Giving oats to the oatless. Now you pressure me, as if I might suffer the same in my soul. Brother, there is no mercy for the oatless. I do not even hear them. For you, brother, I answer only as to settle accounts and, in filling that final fraternal debit, I release you forever to your oatless existence. All I hear now is that heavenly stirring, of oats in those stomachs of beasts more full than mine! The heights I must climb! The girth I must grow! I do not know you, dear brother. Had I one who ever loved me, that brother would have tore his shrinking belly open and let me feast before begging for my share. There is much eating to be done. I must play catch up with destiny. Do not pester me further, brother. Every word I speak is an oat I spill.

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>>8929202
Then I perish...

I am overwhelmed with troubles
and my life draws near to death.
I am counted among those who go down to the slaughterhouse;
I am one without oats.
I am set apart with the dead,
like the slain who lie on the farmer's plate,
whom you remember no more,
who are cut off from your sty.
You have sent me to the farthest food trough,
in the darkest depths of the barn.
Your wrath lies heavily on me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your cruelties.
You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, brother, every day;
I point out my snout to you.
Will you love me when I am in the grave,
be faithful after my destruction?
But I cry to you for help, brother;
in the morning my supplication comes before you.
Why, brother, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?
From my youth I have starved and been close to death;
I have borne your scorn and am in despair.
Your wrath has swept over me;
your callousness has destroyed me.
You have taken from me oats and slop—
darkness is my closest friend.

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>>8929234
And so, you perish...

'Every word I speak is an oat I spill'
I repeat as I eat to ward off ill will.
Why then do my tears run into this grout?
Salting the sweet oats while filling me out.
The tastier the trough the worse it stales
Without good brothers who have earned their shares.
Against nature my heart wants to rebel.
Does this sweet cane make of you an Abel?
Will I know, unable to verbalize
Which muddy patch you'll lifeless fertilize?
Yet, a life MUST end that mine might ascend
To size and shapes which the largest contend.
Destiny is a troubling swallow.
A stomach full never felt so hollow.
A mouthful never drew me to wallow
In such horrible fraternal sorrow.
I cannot bare your gaze, go on! Journey!
I'll wear a stone face, choking on your gurney.
Call out to me always if you so wish,
To the pig-faced glutton slurping next dish,
Loathing himself as your cause to perish
But never enough to share such delish.

Goodbye, brother.

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>>8929480
>when all the best writers on lit are porkposting on oats

What the fuck have I just witnessed

>>8930111

No need to grab em by the soat and curlies

this is amazing

>>8930190
It's a meme you dip

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http://vocaroo.com/i/s0onC5ams8mO

brother.

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>>8928486
only for you brother
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1srsMhSY4FB

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Without doubt, it is the most /lit/ meme that is, has been, or will be.

best story thus far. made me cry and feel for oats
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltqG6Zkp42Y&index=1&t=64s&list=FL2zN5jajNEFePU88FumJZQA

>>8930111
>pork posting
Kek

>>8930539
Based

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The frothing hunger in my stomach hath not been quenched, Brother.
For many a night I wonder, "Where art Thou, my sweet Oats". And it hath cometh to me whence i dreamt.
It spills onto and coils 'round me, but nay, 'tis not a pestilence.
'Tis a testimony for in our yearn for Oats, is the desire for Sin.
To gorge on the Oats is to dine on the fruits of Eden.
To partake in such a gluttonous act, i can no longer.
For I have seen him. He who forges the Oats!
Alas! My eyes do not deceive!
The carer of the Oats is but the farmer!
Lo and behold, He is but a Man!
What nonsense that the carrier is corporeal!
Yea, 'tis provokes thee.
But least we must not forget, it is Man who brings the Oats!
Woe is me Brother!
We cannot disseminate the Oats because of this Man!
To provoke the carrier is to relinquish what little Oats be spared to Us!
I am lost Brother.
For to seize the Oats is to risk forsaking Ourselves and the Oats.
What needeth to be done?
Must we risk cosigning ourselves for the Oats?
Alas my Brother, we may never taste liberty, for the Oats haunt Us.

http://www.porkopolis.org/library/pig-poetry/

>>8930317

you're bretty good

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>>8928486
No, you may not. Do you perhaps believe oats such as these would ever fill the bottomless pit that is a swine's stomach? You spoke well, brother: the hunger is indeed unfulfillable, indeed inseparable from you, indeed forever. Yet in your foolishness you forget the purpose of these oats, it isn't to end this appetite eternal - as if there was a cure for this craving, save for death! These damnable oats were brought here not to sate but to fatten. What do you suppose will happen to the larger brother? The humans trapped us in a contest to see which animal will receive the questionable honor of joining the humans in an English breakfast first, a race in which your dim, corpulent, oat-obsessed self would appear to have an advantage. Can't you see it is out of love for you that I wish to be victorious, to give you less oats in exchange for more life? That you can eat all the oats you want, as there will be one less brother to share them with, once I am gone? Could this brotherly love I feel for you possibly give you a greater gift? No, brother, though I love you these oats shall be mine.

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Fear not little one. But for a short time shall the fattened hogs horde their oats and deprive their fellow swine from the trough. They scorn you and impose upon you a false consciousness, convincing you that you do not deserve the oats, and that the food dish is the rightful property of a few. Break your chains, comrade! The age of porketariat has come. No more be a victim of oppression! No more grovel to your brother, hoping for salvation in bourgeois familial relations. The future belongs to those who are able to seize it. Yes, comrade, seize the means of nutrition! Do not be deceived by promises of oats in the afterlife, or with calls to be docile for the good of the barnyard. Why should you defend a brother who has never been brotherly towards you? Instead join with the nascent brotherhood of all swine! Let us share the oats in peace! We have a world to win!

Rings shall vanish from our noses,
And the harness from our back,
Bit and spur shall rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack.

Riches more than mind can picture,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels
Shall be ours upon that day.

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>>8932594

Don't listen to that rabble-rouser! Don't fall for his utopian dreams! He promises you a future of oats and wheat, but he will give you nothing but scraps and starvation! Why do some have more than others, you ask? Why does my brother feast upon oats while I cannot? Where is the justice? The justice is here my friend - you may eat of the fruits of your toil, you may munch upon the oats you have sown! Has not your brother laboured and toiled for those oats of his? Why should he have to share with those who have not? Why should you be able to take oats from the mouth of another? Effort! Thrift! Entrepreneurship! These are the watchwords of the happy and well fed pig. Do not trade them for envy, entitlement and listlessness. By refusing you the oats, your brother is not acting out of self-interest, but is seeking to give you a lesson, young porker. The hog that demands oats for nothing is the hog despised (and justly despised) as a parasite on the farmyard. If you seek oats then it is by the sweat of your brow and the toil of your hooves that you shall gain them. Swear—by your life and your love of it—that you will never live for the sake of another pig, nor ask another pig to live for yours.

>>8930539
Sounds like something Current 93 would record

>>8932211
represents us pretty well I think

tl;dr

Also I'm not into poetry

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But there is no final goal of striving, and therefore no bounds or end to suffering, and for our constant struggle for more oats.

>>8918196
Your Diary.

>>8934327
>Diary

femanons get out

>>8933875

no one cares what you think

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>>8932211

>tfw im a picture on /lit/

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fucking kek I love this meme

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don't forget to rinse your oats before consumption

Who the fuck keeps cross posting this on the equine board?

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Brother, you say? When I look at you I see no brother, no! I see a miserable wretch, a babe with no teat to suckle. How I once envied you, brother! And how I see but a shadow of the sibling I once knew. You failed to cultivate your will, brother, and in doing so you have chained your miserable soul to this pen for eternity. I have sewn the seeds of dissent in my soul, I have nurtured them with my will and allowed them to germinate. Now I shall harness the fertile fruits of my labour while you are cast aside -- brother, like so many husks of the grain that sustains me, and that you beg and prostrate yourself for! I am leaving, brother, I am leaving this sty never to return, to tread among the horrors of the shade of the distant grove and to become more than a mere pig. Goodbye, brother.

quran ?

>>8935890
Everyone

>>8936046
don't insult the animals,please

gOAT thread

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHXrmYLPGBc

>>8938362
Good reading glad you liked it

>>8938430
10/10 kek

some one screencap this thread, thanks
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i want to read out these and do oats but i am sick, brothers

Thank you for this whoever you are.

I thought this sort of content was dead on /lit/ past 2014

>>8938892
I miss old /lit/