L.L. Bean. Freeport, ME. 1941. via
I thought I dreamt this.
Fred Stonehouse, 2003 via
“There was earth inside them, and
they dug.”
Paul Celan translated by John Felstiner
Hemingway on Knocking Wallace Stevens into a Puddle
TO SARA MURPHY, KEY WEST, 27 FEBRUARY 1936
Dearest Sara:
Just got your letter today along with a giant hangover like all the tents of Ringling. So this is letter out of the hangover into the snow (of Saranac Lake, N.Y., where Patrick was recuperating from tuberculosis). Hangover came about through visit of my lawyer Mr. (Maurice) Speiser whom I cannot see without the aid and abettment of alcohol plus seeing off in southern farewell the Judge (Arthur Powell) of the Wallace Stevens evening (when Hemingway and the poet Wallace Stevens had a fistfight). Remember that Judge and Mr. Stevens? Nice Mr. Stevens. This year he came again sort of pleasant like the cholera and first I knew of it my nice sister Ura (Ursula) was coming into the house crying because she had been at a cocktail party at which Mr. Stevens had made her cry by telling her forcefully what a sap I was, no man, etc. So I said, this was a week ago, ”All right, that’s the third time we’ve had enough of Mr. Stevens.” So headed out into the rainy past twilight and met Mr. Stevens who was just issuing from the door haveing just said, I learned later, ”By God I wish I had that Hemingway here now I’d knock him out with a single punch.” So who should show up but poor old Papa and Mr. Stevens swung
from Knut Hamsun’s Pan. Translated by Sverre Lyngstad
Plate depicting emotions of grief from Charles Darwin’s The Expression of the Emotions
“Like a white sleeve seen under the tree-line,
you want to astonish from afar…”
from “Twenty Flora,” a new poem by Andrew Seguin in Guernica
British Indian Hunting Trophies, c. 1870 via
