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A Letter to Ernest Hemingway

July 1, 2016
By literarygapyeargirl BRONZE, Austin, Texas
literarygapyeargirl BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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Screw your bruised knuckles and broken bottles.
Old man, you’ve said your words are icebergs,
glimmers of elephants looming below:
but buddy, my sun is rising
the glaciers are melting
and beneath them there’s nothing
but rocks and black snow. You know
bells toll your sodden script:
write drunk, edit sober,
then edit drunk and burn the drafts.
Your short tight sentences share nothing but
nada
so spare us the stories
of your short unhappy life.



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on Jul. 13 2016 at 10:25 am
theshymoon BRONZE, Co. Limerick , Other
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I wish I could have wrote something like this