In honor of National Poetry Month and our little trip to Hemingway’s house in Oak Park I reblog this…
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This is Hemingway at his poetic best. Half a step behind ee cummings and more convincingly modernist than anything EzraPound published in his Cantos, there is an unexpected pathos brimming from this verse. He turned seventeen the year he wrote it, proving that juvenilia has its moments. Years later, John Updike would ape it in a sonnet composed of elegantly spaced commas, question marks and other typewriter-based punctuation. The effect is lighthearted, clever, ironic. Each comma is placed for maximum effect, the language is simple yet direct. Far from adhering to poetic creeds of the time (Imagism, Futurism, Autism, etc…), the verse is defiantly original both in its idiom and its form. One wonders if the world couldn’t use a few more poems of such transparency, bogged…
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Love love love it.
That was so interesting. Thanks for the reblog.