Gwyllam Williams wrote on his Poet in Residence blog
I don't imagine for two seconds that it'll be easy finding too much poetic phraseology in the works of Ernest Miller Hemingway. His work in general is without the ingredient we like to call poetic quality. Some have called it reportage. He has many imitators. Some good. Some bad.I commented then
I've got a copy of a small booklet of poems by Hemingway somewhere - published (if I recall correctly) by Lawrence Ferlinghetti in California c.1966I've since fished it out and see the date is actually 1960.
Al Filreis in his blog 1960 comments
Over the years there have been nine unauthorized editions of the poems. All or most of these editions contain 18 poems, which are most of the poems Hem wrote and published while he was living in Paris in the 1920s. The critical response to his verse is mostly based on the pirated editions, which are filled with errors.The pirated edition is advertised on Amazon at $45.99 (new) or 8 used from $4.99
One of these unauthorized editions was published by City Lights in San Francisco in 1960. It sold for 50 cents.
My copy has 21p in pencil inside the front cover. I suspect I picked it up for that meagre sum, probably from a bookshop in the Shambles in York. It used to have a room full of little pamphlets that you could rummage through.
This poem is dated February 1925
THE AGE DEMANDEDHemingway aficionados might like to check out Paul E Stolle's blog Hemingway's Paris
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age has handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
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