Paul the Prophetic: An Interview with the Octopus

by Gabriela Romeri 



Psychic Octopus poses while predicting the impossible: A Serbian win over Germany? 

Don’t let his oracle fame fool you, Paul the Octopus is a smug little bastard. Prefers to go by his general species name of GPO (Giant Pacific Octopus), only he insists that in his case it stands for Grand Poobah Oracle. 


Psychic Octopus: Roughly the size of a soccer ball. Coincidence? 

It was tough to get in to see him; he’s a big shot now. He generally won’t take calls, spurns his agents. Doesn’t wish to speak with anyone but his German handlers. 

Having interviewed other octopuses I knew Paul would be formidable–enormous brain,  species billions of years old—but I wasn’t quite prepared for the equally evolved  arrogance. 


Pulpo Paul predicts the final World Cup match: Spain over Germany 


CHE:    Thank you for letting me in— 

GPO:    You should be kissing my tentacles. 

CHE:    Uh, yeah… How do you propose— 

GPO:    Do not placate me. 

CHE:    So, the world wants to know. How did you guess all the world cup soccer matches? And the German ones before it? 

GPO:    You think that was guessing? Despite all your probability and logic? You would think that. 

CHE:    Forgive me. You’re clairvoyant then? 

GPO:    Indeed! 

CHE:    Why soccer? Why tune in to our futbol matches? 

GPO:    Why soccer? [Gurgle-laugh] How can you presume to know this sport when you have just two feet? Imagine real soccer, played by eight-legged players. Imagine the combinations and permutations we would deliver in a match against you.  We would annihilate you, outthink and outflank you at every turn. Ha! Don’t make me gurgle. Now let me ask you a question. You’re from Argentina, yes? 


South Korea‘s Park Chu-Young and Greece’s Avraam Papadopoulos share a moment.  

CHE:    Originally, yes. 

GPO:    I understand there’s a great Argentine recipe for octopus. I believe one of your chefs wanted to beat me like a milanesa first so I would be nice and tender. 

CHE:    Ah, I’m sure he didn’t mean it. We Argentines can become impassioned over our futbol. 

GPO:    Yes, of all the caveman countries on this planet, you Argentines worship the sport like a religion—and yet, to what end? 

CHE:    Maybe we should talk about something else. 


GPO selects Germany to defeat Argentina. And they sure did.  

GPO:    What was it? A 4 to 0 loss to the Germans? My handlers rejoiced. It was you, the Argentines, who were beat like a milanesa, no? 

CHE:    Let’s just talk about something else. 

GPO:    It was referred to as ‘the worst Argentine World Cup loss in 36 years,’ yes? How’d it feel? Getting crushed like a bunch of dainty old ladies? 


GPO:    It reminded me of that other world cup. Remember that photo of your teammates, holding their sacks? I thought it very apt. 

CHE:    Go fuck yourself. 


Argentine players hold their sacks during a penalty kick. Multiple sacks. 

GPO:    What agony. Such crushing defeat. Nothing else quite like it, is there? I wouldn’t know, of course. If I’m anything, I’m a Spaniard at heart—I have three of them you know. Hearts.   

CHE:    I thought you were originally from England? 

GPO:    Not anymore. They want to saint me, you know. The Spaniards. 


GPO poses with his new BFF, Spain.  

CHE: I’m sure they will, Paul. Right after they fry you up. 

The rest of the tape consists of guttural sounds and struggle, punctuated by swears and gargles–Bastard! Glrooosp… Eat it! Glarpoost!—as I attempt to beat Pulpo Paul with his own tentacles. The Germans threw me out of the bar with Paul watching, both of us a little bloodier, maybe wiser. Most certainly ready for the FIFA World Cup 2014 played on my home continent, in my sister country, Brazil. 

All are invited, and I’m planning a party. Main course, octopus. 

Gabriela Romeri is an editor for ICF International (formerly, Macro International), working mainly in the field of humanitarian research. She has written for local rags and trade journals in the MD, DE and DC area, and is right now finishing an M.A. in creative writing and literature at Johns Hopkins and an M.F.A. in screenwriting and film studies at Hollins U. You can find her fiction in the most recent riverbabble and upcoming in Gargoyle Magazine. Ms. Romeri is a neurotic political junkie who hopes to change the world, but may have to settle for taking her meds.

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Gabriela Romeri, originally from Argentina, is a bilingual writer and editor for Maryknoll magazines and an assistant editor for The Doctor T. J. Eckleburg Review. She has an MA in creative writing and literature from Johns Hopkins and studied screenwriting and film studies at Hollins University. @0G13

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