Forms, colors and sounds
April 15th, 2018“Freedom through discipline“
Raining at 9 pm
April 5th, 2018In theory.
不到半英里
April 1st, 2018
Almost Blue
March 16th, 2018Тегеран 43
February 22nd, 2018The City
February 15th, 2018You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.” More »
Only Time
February 11th, 2018Along with Youth
February 7th, 2018A porcupine skin,
Stiff with bad tanning,
It must have ended somewhere.
Stuffed horned owl
Pompous
Yellow eyed;
Chuck-wills-widow on a biassed twig
Sooted with dust.
Piles of old magazines,
Drawers of boy’s letters
And the line of love
They must have ended somewhere.
Yesterday’s Tribune is gone
Along with youth
And the canoe that went to pieces on the beach
The year of the big storm
When the hotel burned down
At Seney, Michigan.
(BY ERNEST M. HEMINGWAY)