‘There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.’ – Hemingway
‘The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.- Hemingway
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.” –Hemingway
Enjoy your day. Especially if you are writing today.
‘That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best — make it all up — but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.’ -Ernest Hemingway.
‘The rain made the windows of the train wet so you could not see outside clearly and then it made everything outside look the same anyway.’ Hemingway, The Porter.
The Porter is one of Hemingway’s many short stories. I read this line last night. I think it’s a good example of his use of few words to explain much. I also like that he used a word twice in the same sentence. It may seem a small point to many, but to me it is another lesson from the best. That, to construct a sentence well is important to me. To write it without meaning is a mistake to me. I’d much rather have the sentence read the way I had intended than to use perfect grammar, or follow rules that followers follow. Even if I’m never published I am comfortable knowing my voice is my own.
“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” Ernest Hemingway
Do not ask permission to live your life. Please, live well. -M. Taggart
‘All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse, and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.’ -E. Hemingway, A Letter From Cuba.
Enjoy your day.
‘I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.’ -Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.
I sit with strong coffee and read his words. His words are so well used they live within me directly after having met them. I once wrote ‘You can’t rewrite Hemingway’ and feel this to be severely true and that no one person should even try. However, if one sits and writes about what they know and their voice is their own and is strong they’ve done it. Each experience is unique. A trip to get milk, written well, can be the best story to write and to read. And If I take Hemingway’s advice I’ll have enough to write about for the entirety of my life. In fact, I’ll not be able to finish.
Have a good day. I hope there will be wine and laughter. I hope you smile and are smiled upon. I hope we all do not take for granted today.
More thoughts on Papa:
‘He heard the door open and close and her feet on the stairs and he thought, I must get her to go on a trip. I must figure out some way to do it. I have to think up something practical. I’ve go this now for the rest of my life and I must figure out ways not to destroy her life and ruin her with it. She has been so good and she was not built to be good. I mean this sort of good. I mean good every day and dull good.’
‘Then why do we have to talk about me going away? I know I’m not good at looking after you but I can do things other people can’t do and we do love each other. You love me and you know it and we know things nobody else knows.’
-Ernest Hemingway. ‘Get A Seeing – Eyed Dog.’
I find these pieces powerful. There’s a third just as nicely done if you’d like to find the story. Hemingway’s writing opens thought patterns for me when I read his work. This happens nearly instantaneously. For me he is the single most influential writer I have ever read.
If you notice, Hemingway has hidden a portion of humanity in a secret for only the two speaking to one another. Of course the secret is also open to the reader. If the reader is reading to comprehend.
Lately I haven’t had time to write in depth pieces to share on here. My priorities are family, work and writing for submission. I steal moments here and there to write short poems or Odd Walking Thoughts to publish on WP. I enjoy doing so. Sometimes I’ll sit Gavin on my lap and he’ll try to slam the keyboard with his tiny hands while I write a three line poem. Gavin sees me typing. He wants to type also. Since he’s only five months old his typing is more like smashing. He’s clever at shutting programs down.
I hope you find writing that moves you. Writing that burrows into you and changes you instantly for the rest of your life.
‘The best people posses a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues makes them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.’ Ernest Hemingway
Don’t let beautiful be destroyed by what was. Christmas is my least favorite holiday. Often bringing my spirits low where I then find myself headed for a silent room. Alone and not wanting company. Now though, much has changed and I look forward to Christmas. I even look forward to Christmas Eve. What makes it beautiful are the people you have directly near you. Not the presents, not the TV commercials with noise asking to purchase, purchase, purchase. Not the ornaments. Not even a decorated tree. What makes it beautiful, to me, is knowing the people with you truly care for you without pause. Without changing of mind. I’ll do my best to not let beauty be destroyed by what was. I hope you’re able to do the same.
‘It was in that room too that I learned not to think about anything that I was writing from the time I stopped writing until I started again the next day. That way my subconscious would be working on it and at the same time I would be listening to other people and noticing everything.’
-Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition.
Ernest Hemingway while in Idaho. Hemingway was born in Oak Park, Illinois, in 1899.
Two babies cry, one is fed. -M. Taggart
It’s no secret that Ernest Hemingway is my favorite author. This is my first six word story. When I feed Gavin I find myself thinking of little ones going without. Their cries shredding the night, falling on ears without care.
My grandfather was orphaned as an infant. I’m proud to say I see a bit of him in Gavin.