Hemingway
In the end, was he content
with what of life had bolted by
or still bloodthirsting for a real adventure
brought Ernest to taste his blood
and feel
at last
that which no man writes
or lusts to tell:
a shotgun shell.
In the end, was he content
with what of life had bolted by
or still bloodthirsting for a real adventure
brought Ernest to taste his blood
and feel
at last
that which no man writes
or lusts to tell:
a shotgun shell.
Try the film ‘Across the River and Into the Woods.’ A cinematic insight into one of his writings and the bleak vision behind the great author.
You mean “Across the River and Into the Trees“, right? I’ll look for it.