Who wrote that short story about carving up an ape for dinner? I'm only asking here because I'm all out of options, pretty much just Googling "[name of American short story author] + ape" at this point
Are you talking about the cuck story?
>>8268109
Maybe, which one is that?
>>8268109
Lmao
>>8268140
Is this the one where the husband and wife are eating ape for dinner, and we find out that before she cooked the ape she was fucking it?
>>8268305
Yes, I'm pretty sure it's that one
Finally found it, it was a prose poem by Russell Edson
Ape
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.
I've had enough monkey, cried father.
You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.
I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough,
said father.
I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said
mother.
Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These
aren't dinners, these are post-mortem dissections.
Try a piece of its gum, I've stuffed its mouth with bread,
said mother.
Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into
its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father.
Break one of the ears off, they're so crispy, said mother.
I wish to hell you'd put underpants on these apes; even a
jockstrap, screamed father.
Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything
more thn simple meat, screamed mother.
Well what's with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates?
screamed father.
Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature?
That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after
we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after
breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband,
that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity . . . ?
I'm just saying that I'm damn sick of ape every night,
cried father.
>>8268388
What the fuck
>>8268388
oh wow
>>8268388
Just what in the goddamn hell is this supposed to be
>>8268388
>>8268388
This is fucking disgusting and has no place on this board. How dare you contaminate /lit/ with this revolting abomination? Everyone knows that monkeys are not apes.
>>8268388
wow, the author of this poem displays a piercing understanding of the dynamics of the average marriage.
genuinely impressed.
>>8268388
So is this supposed to be some sort of veiled metaphor for him being cucked by black dudes, or has this site rotted my brain?
>>8268517
I see it more as a representation of a married woman's tendency to lie feed their husband bullshit. The ape thing is a particularly gruesome/titillating example of a class of deception common to cunty harpies.
>>8268517
yes
>>8268388
7/11/2016. The date /lit/ committed mass suicide
>>8268563
Police brutality
>>8268476
"Prose poetry". I fail to see why this guy is so acclaimed. He was recommended to me as one of the best prose poets (I'm starting to doubt there is even such a thing) and I read most of his collected works. A good part of it of it is even worse. This one has at least that fart-joke-ish humour going for it.
>>8267955
Where is God the Father in that painting? Don't know much about medieval christian imagery, but wasn't He supposed to be there?
>>8267955
>asian Jesus
hmm
>>8268388
The joke is that they're slave owners eating black people
>>8268388
Why did she call him father?
