Hemingway last dance.
Hemingway last dance
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Just words.
Hemingway last dance
I returned Monterey in late May of 2018. I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific stole my heart for the second time.
I found the last bar on the pier in Monterey. I found my Hemingway chair and I ordered a whiskey and a beer for Ernest. I wished I had talked with the great man and the writer. I wondered what was his last words, his first words.
I could hear Hemingway speak. We must live, we must die. He, who wasted life, he will taste great sadness when death come knocking at his door.
Hemingway bled red blood like me, he learned war, women, drinking and how to die. How did he reach his final place? Playing Russian roulette alone, knowing he would lose.
Wrong or right. What did Ernest tell us? Did he remember Agnes? Did he remember the wars? Did he just give-up?
I have followed his steps and I wonder.
Is playing Russian roulette alone, final destination for men who wanted everything and nothing.
Johnnie
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Thank you my friend.
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I’m full such thoughts before Covid-19 more so now, but not all of us are designed in such an away. Most are followers of some kind of institution. It’s the survival of the species. Do you want that kind of bravery Johnie? (rhetorical)
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I don’t know. I believe, most of us want to live. Covid-19 making the human race foolish. The Spanish Flu, people were force to wear the mask. 40 million plus died. I hope we learn. Better safe than sorry. People, don’t fear death till she knocked on your door. Suicide. Hard decision to make. I wish I knew why men like Hemingway killed himself. He was a strong and brave man.
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Human beings are selfish by nature, we want someone else to do what we should. You were in service John, you will see more than most of us will never see. Perhaps you and those like you will hold the flag of hope in humanity, even after all that you have experience. I understand Hemingway’s choice; it is the last most important choice as a human being, being at the top of the food chain “to be or not to be”. I hate it if that choice was taken away from me, I think it has less to do with bravery but more a human right, God children or not. It is such a cultural taboo, suicide. It is a topic that must be openly discussed. Thank you for opening up the conversation.
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