Never trust a white man,
Never kill a Jew,
Never sign a contract,
Never rent a pew.
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He gives much sound advice to the son, nearly all of it in negative commandments 'do not'. Yet Ernest Hemingway shot himself-suicide-over stress regarding manuscripts and editors.
Never marry whores. Never pay a blackmailer, Never go to law, good advice dude 10++++++++++++++++
Never trust a publisher, Or you will sleep on straw This advice must be for poets etc. Lead a clean and wholesome life And join your friends in the sky Nice advice to humanity in general.
This is wisdom in a few simple stanzas... worthy of any son. Superb piece of work by this classical great!
Born on the same day and month as me, and his suicide was painless all could see. If he was just a little bit like me, I know he was, every thing I've ever done, I did like today was my last day on this earth. Rutting like a stag and drinking like a sailor, catching fish that over whelmed me, coming back to read a writer that I helped along this way. So I could join you in the sky to hear a trumpets low but distant sound.. iip
These pearls of wisdom are based on the poet's experience. So, he would obviously like his son to follow them in letter and spirit. Nice work.
This poem showd the poet's real high morality....What a pretty poem!
Judging by this poem, I am glad E. Himingway wrote prose, good prose too, and some memorable fiction. AM
It's poem for run but not to be a good son. This poem gives a chance to think about you and your family, relatives, and friends, it's good.
Some say Hemingway wrote this to his son in an attempt to give him some insight and truth about the harsh realities of life. Maybe so. But I have read that his Mother was a controlling, stiff-necked, stuffy woman who tried to direct her son's choices even after he was a journalist over in Spain. I read this and see some good advice followed promptly by an embarrassing Motherly advice to use paper on the toilet so you don't pick up bugs and germs... I just can't picture Hemingway saying this to his son in between shooting charging elephants and lions....I can picture him advising his son to Never write for magazines based on his personal career experiences- - but Never scratch your hives? again that is what a Mother says often over and over again.... Looking at the entirety of this poem, I'd say some of the advice was Fatherly but I think he had a lot of bitterness towards the peck-peck-pecking advice of his Mother that underscored this piece.
I Never trust a white man because they are not so beautiful in they mind but they dont never believe in dieing one day