Flashback Friday Flashback: Hemingway the Poet

When a post appeared on The Literary Fly Fisher a few weeks ago, announcing the University of Idaho’s 7th Annual Hemingway Festival, I went digging for a copy of “Big Two-Hearted River” because it is such a good fishing story about more than fishing. Then I dug up a copy of “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber” because that shot from the 6.5 Mannlicher still buckles my knees.

Thank you to The Literary Fly Fisher for the reminder that an evening spent reading Ernest Hemingway ain’t such a bad thing.

We have honored Ernest Hemingway once before on these pages with Flashback Friday: Great Moments in Literary History, which involved a small trout. Today, as a tribute to those about to gather at the Best Western Inn in Moscow, Idaho, we honor him again by sharing a recent find.

Pirated Edition!

Pirated Edition!

Poetry is not a prominent component of my musty collection of books. I still have Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” to remind me of myself in my twenties, when a barbaric yawp did not end in a coughing fit, and I won’t let go of Robert Service until I can recite from memory “The Shooting of Dan McGrew” but other than a collection of dirty limericks and, of course, Walt Kelly, that’s been about it.

Pirated poems by Ernest Hemingway? Had to have it, even though I winced at the thought of paying three times the cover price.

Four Bits

Four Bits

“Big Two-Hearted River” was published in 1925, while Ernest Hemingway was in Paris, a world away from Michigan. On Saturday nights he could be found at the home of Gertrude Stein, along with Pablo Picasso, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound, Thornton Wilder and others. One poem in this collection, from 1924,  “The Soul of Spain,” is described by Hemingway as [In the manner of Gertrude Stein].

An excerpt:

… Come Uncle let us go home

Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.

Come let us fart in the home.

There is no art in a fart.

Still a fart may not be artless.

Let us fart an artless fart in the home…

Considering that Alice B. Toklas provided the refreshments at those little gatherings, artless farts should not surprise us. Never the less, it was Gertrude Stein who convinced Hemingway to cut 11 pages (!) from “Big Two-Hearted River” and showed him just what ruthless editing was all about.

Other poems in the collection show that there was more going on than eating brownies and giggling about farts. There are plenty of dead soldiers, drooling double-dealers and bullfights (“I love to see the puntillo used. It is exactly like turning off an electric light bulb”).

“Chapter Heading,” originally published in 1923 in a small volume called “Three Stories and Ten Poems,” sounds familiar:

For we have thought the larger thoughts

And gone the shorter way.

And we have danced to devil’s tunes,

Shivering home to pray;

To serve one master in the night,

Another in the day.

At 28 pages, “The Collected Poems of Ernest Hemingway” won’t take up much space on the shelf. I think I’ll keep it.

There is one more poem worth sharing, I think, but it is not for children or those with delicate sensibilities. They should not, repeat, not click on the portrait below.

I see it and think what a handsome young man he was. A man who saw war and death and things no one should see, and showed them to us with his words. He was also a man who wrote standing up, collected polydactyl cats and ate brownies with Gertrude Stein.

If you are not a child or likely to be positively overcome by a case of the vapors, you may click on the portrait to read “The Ernest Liberal’s Lament.”

Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

(Not sure how to handle material from a 56 year-old “pirated” edition, I have tried to do it the same way I handled my tribute to Walt Kelly — with love.)

Thank you, Papa.





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2 thoughts on “Flashback Friday Flashback: Hemingway the Poet

  1. Bob Stanton

    I’ll nominate “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” and “The Last Good Country” as essential Hemingway short reads too.

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