Reflections of a working writer and reader
Too many decrepit prizefighters crawl out of retirement only to be beaten back into it. A poet, on the other hand, does not have a face-to-face rival; it's only too easy to miss the moment you are knocked out. Alexei Tsvetkov
With thanks and acknowledgements to Hemingway’s Paris and Jacob Russell’s Barking Dog
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Plus fours – surely due for a revival.
There’s something very poignant about old photographs – small parcels of time, captured and frozen, leaving you wondering what had gone before, and what happened next?
What was each of them thinking behind the posed smile and the raised glass? And those in the background, making one-off random appearances in history’s scrapbook, nameless and unremembered. What became of them after going home and saying, “I saw Ernest Hemingway tonight”?
Fascinating. Is Hemingway wearing Chico Marx’s hat or did Chico nick it from Hemingway? I think we should be told.