The Gravel in Your Guts.
My writing. by Gabriel James Miranda. I write poetry and prose. I like good books and good tea. I am stranger among the stange. If you don't like to read, this isn't a good blog to follow. 
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“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it—don’t cheat with it.”
– Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway (via Pulpit mag)
There is something about people that write and small, fur covered companions that is adorable. Even if I don’t particularly care for Hemingway’s writing style.
Says the man that killed himself while drunk.
(Source: carolinewithe)
Kurt Vonnegut, Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs, Ernest Hemingway, and William C. Williams with their furry friends.
“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said. “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via viewtoakel)
Ernest Hemingway’s manuscript for “The Battler,” one of the Nick Adams stories.
He has pretty writing like I do. Weird.
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via aestivial)
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
– Ernest Hemingway
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.”
– Ernest Hemingway (Source: sockswithcreases)
Ernest Hemingway: How the great American novelist became the literary equivalent of the Nike swoosh.
Really great write-up of Hemingway in Slate. Well worth a read whether you think you know the guy or not.
“God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Ernest Hemingway kicking a beer can, Idaho, 1959 (via)
Somehow every photo I’ve seen of Hemingway on the internet seems to be a testament to his masculinity.
Hemingway’s lean prose is easy to make fun of, but like Raymond Carver the simplicity of it does two great things: Engages the reader much easier and showcases power within every word used. Despite whatever people say about minimalism, Hemingway deserves all the literary accolades he’s gotten. And Raymond Carver all those he did not.
A Farewell to Arms is still one of my favorite novels and in my mind one of the greatest of American novels.
