1. Friday, July 21, 2006

    today’s Ernest Hemingway’s birthday 

    since no one ever talks about his poems. which there werent many of. and when they do, they talk shit, we will stoke you with one of his war poems.

    “Killed Piave”

    Desire and
    All the sweet pulsing aches
    And gentle hurtings
    That were you,
    Are gone into the sullen dark.
    Now in the night you come unsmiling
    To lie with me
    A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
    On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul

    July 8, 1918