Jesse Kornbluth reviews an old-time classic by Ernest Hemingway.
“Find what matters to you and hunt it down like Teddy Roosevelt would a wildebeest, or Hemingway would a Marlin.”
And the Monarchs We shall talk again sometime, And I shall speak timidly About the morning’s quarter moon. I won’t mention Joyce or Hemingway or Kant, For I have never read their useless, futile words. When inspired and perhaps calm, I shall hint at the irony of all things, And I shall want […]
Passion Around Two Coffee Pots After you have heated the coffee pots And after you have emptied and cleaned them, We will talk yet again Around our silly, incipient love. I shall want to discuss it naked With you in a shower, But I cannot. I shall only gaze And converse nervously About the […]
Love Song No. 12 Dec. 8 Bending like Light In Einstein’s occipital, I saw a woman in red. She was yesterday, and I don’t care, Nor do I care for The Grateful Dead. She wore black boots, I thought of Grace Slick, I sat on a stratus blue, For I love Ms. Julie And […]
Balls belong between your legs, not in a purse. Some guys don’t deserve to carry their own Man Card. We’ve become a society that is comfortable with letting women hang onto men’s balls. Apparently it’s for “safe keeping”, but I don’t buy that shit. Often times these women carry the juevos around in their […]
Sometimes I’m just a douche… It’s now a couple weeks into dating the Phone Sex Operator (P.S.O.) and things seem to be going well. Her work schedule is busy at year-end and we were trying to get together on Wednesday for lunch in downtown Buffalo. I sent her an e-mail in the morning telling her […]