Damn, Papa went IN on this motherfucker.
Source: (http://books.google.com/books?id=SgKeQfmimJEC&pg=PA721#v=onepage&q&f=false)
Showing posts with label Ernest Hemingway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ernest Hemingway. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Ernest Hemingway- Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech
No writer, who knows the great writers who did not receive the prize, can accept it other than with humility. There is no need to list these writers. Everyone here may make his own list, according to his knowledge, and his conscience. It would be impossible for me to ask the ambassador of my country to read a speech in which a writer said all of the things which are in his heart. Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes and, in this sometimes, he is fortunate. But eventually they're quite clear and by these, and the degree of alchemy that he possesses, he will endure or be forgotten. Writing at its best is a lonely life; organizations for writers talliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness, and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone, and if he is a good writer, he must face eternity (or the lack of it) each day. For a true writer, each book should be a new beginning, where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done, or that others have tried and failed, then sometimes with good luck, he will succeed. How simple the writing of literature would be if were only necessary to write in another way what has been well-written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past, that a writer is driven far out, past where he can go, out to where no one can help him. I have spoken too long for a writer; a writer should write what he has to say and not speak it. Again I thank you.
Ernest Hemingway- Stream of Consciousness Speech from the magazine snippets of "Banal Story"
I think this would make a great spiel.
Ernest Hemingway- Essay on War and Peace
Here is the book this was written for: http://books.google.com/books?id=8TckAgAACAAJ&dq=treasury+for+a+free+world
Courtesy of /r/Hemingway
Courtesy of /r/Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway- The Epitaph
Best of all he loved the fall
The leaves yellow on the cottonwoods
Leaves floating on the trout streams
and above the hills
The high blue windless skies
now he will be a part of them forever
Ernest Hemingway - Idaho
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Saturday, March 03, 2012
"For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn."
~~~ attributed to the master of literature Ernest Hemingway himself. Appreciate!
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