H-Hemingway:A Surprise Letter #atozchallenge

This afternoon while we were down at the beach with the kids and the dogs, we found a glass bottle. Naturally, we picked it up. Of course, you already know there was a message from Ernest Hemingway inside . How he managed to orchestrate this moment, I don’t know. Call it serendipity, perhaps? Unaccustomed as I am to communicating with the dead, I’m never quite sure what to expect.

Dear Rowena,

Word has spread

you’re waking poets

from the dead.

 

Not one to miss out

on the fun,

I’ve sent a poem

for your young son.

Advice to A Son

Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
Don’t enlist in armies;
Nor marry many wives;
Never write for magazines;
Never scratch your hives.
Always put paper on the seat,
Don’t believe in wars,
Keep yourself both clean and neat,
Never marry whores.
Never pay a blackmailer,
Never go to law,
Never trust a publisher,
Or you’ll sleep on straw.
All your friends will leave you
All your friends will die
So lead a clean and wholesome life
And join them in the sky.

Best always,

Ernest Hemingway.

Hemingway best always-crop

When it comes to choosing role models for my son, Hemingway didn’t exactly come to mind. Known as a man’s man and into game fishing and hunting, he was also quite a drinker, had some kind of mental health issues and took his life. My son has written some good poems lately and I’m all for him becoming a writer or poet but as Hemingway wrote:

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

So, from where I’m sitting at the moment, Bob the Builder would be a much better choice:

“Bob the Builder
Can we fix it?
Bob the Builder
Yes, we can!”

Not unsurprisingly, I much prefer the idea of him fixing things, than breaking down himself. If only the thrill of writing wasn’t quite so good!

Hemingway cat

Meanwhile, you might remember the Pollicle Dogs from my correspondence with TS Eliot. As I said, they were also with us down at the beach and weren’t too happy to find another cat poem.

To Crazy Christian

There was a cat named Crazy Christian
Who never lived long enough to screw
He was gay hearted, young and handsome
And all the secrets of life he knew
He would always arrive on time for breakfast
Scamper on your feet and chase the ball
He was faster than any polo pony
He never worried a minute at all
His tail was a plume that scampered with him
He was black as night and as fast as light.
So the bad cats killed him in the fall.

– Ernest Hemingway

Of course, they’ve ended up feeling terribly offended again and I’m needing to keep them under close surveillance. After all, you might recall the rather stinky protest they left on TS Eliot’s doorstep after dark. Of course,  I also need to ensure they don’t start chasing Hemingway’s cats! His place would be a veritable smorgasbord!

As if the Pollicle Dogs weren’t trouble enough, now my daughter’s getting offended. Why haven’t any of the poets written a poem for her? Why haven’t I asked what it means to be a woman? Of course, she’s convinced I only ever think about her brother and this is just the latest confirmation. I told her that I was only halfway through but that wasn’t good enough. She wants one now!

Just to complicate things even further, I had quite a mix-up with Hemingway. To be perfectly, honest, I didn’t know Hemingway wrote poetry and strayed across his poems while doing research. I really related to a few of these poems, which seemed to be reading the thoughts of my heart. They were signed EH. The next day, I found out that Hemingway had committed suicide. Shot himself. That really hit me pretty hard to have an epiphany one night and then to find out he shot himself. That swung the mirror right back at me and said: “What does this say about you?” To be perfectly honest, I found that thought very disturbing, particularly as he wasn’t the only poet I admired who took their own life.

However, it turned out these poems weren’t by Ernest Hemingway, after all. EH is Erin Hanson a 20 year old poet living in Melbourne. Phew! What a relief!

So, as you can see, this journey is incredibly enlightening. Wow! I’m loving it, even though I feel like I’m combusting at the same time. So many poets, such little time!

This has been part of my series Letters to Dead Poets for the A-Z Challenge.

Are you doing the A-Z Challenge and how are you finding it?

xx Rowena

12 thoughts on “H-Hemingway:A Surprise Letter #atozchallenge

  1. isekhmet (a.k.a. Christine)

    I had that same thing happen with an EH poem and it took a fair bit of googling to get it sorted.

    I love the way you have written this entry, figuring things out as you go along. It was great to take that ‘journey’ with you.

    I much prefer the idea of your son following in Bob the Builder’s footsteps than in Hemingway’s, I’d advise my sons of the same thing. 🙂

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  3. TanGental

    Wasn’t expecting Hemmingway. Michael Palin of the Pythons wrote Hemingways Chaoir a novel another writers. I read it ages ago but remember it being v enjoyable,

  4. roweeee Post author

    Hemingway took me by surprise too. Didn’t know he wrote poetry. Did you like my story about finding these poems by EH that turned out not to be Hemingway’s. I went through a lot of soul searching over those poems. It is a bit disturbing identifying with Hemingway, so I’m relieved it wasn’t him.

  5. roweeee Post author

    Thank you very much, Van. Things have really fallen into place for me at last. It’s a wonderful feeling and so exhilerating writing and researching all of these. I really have tried to immerse myself into each poet and go back to when they really inspired me. I guess that hopefully gives the letters a fair bit of depth and texture.

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  7. roweeee Post author

    I’m so pleased I wasn’t the only one who had that mix up with EH. I really loved her poems and felt very disturbed when I found out Hemingway had shot himself.
    Yes, Bob the Builder is definitely looking good. He actually did some building with his Dad today, which also got him away from Minecraft for awhile.
    Thanks for popping by xx Rowena

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