In Retrospect
Will we somehow come to look back on the cultural and political events of the past years of our lives and wonder whether Ernest Hemingway's poem is as apt now as it was for his Lost Generation of World War 1? I wonder.
The Age Demand
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 was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
by Ernest Hemingway
posted by contemplator at Monday, December 11, 2006
27 Comments:
Awesome! Didn't see that coming at all.
Damn I love hanging round you - learn all sorts of things.
I bet you learn all sorts of things from me too, right Bambi?
I guess the moral of this poem is that those who fail to learn history are doomed to repeat it.
Oh like I need more bad habits puppy - my life is fulfilling enough with the ones I already have.
All I'm learning from you is to bite my tongue.
I also took it more to be 'you reap what you sow' fits for governance too.
Wasn't Ernest Hemmingway famous for commiting suicide? Shouldn't you take his advice with a grain of salt?
Grab a book, symbols. Hemingway was famous for far more than that.
Didn't mean to offend, mad'am.
It's Mistress. Not Madame. Madames handle prostitutes. Mistresses are far, far different than that.
Oh, ok. I didn't know. Don't think I was trying to imply anything, Mistress.
Your proxy server says you know more than you claim, Dots & Dashes. But you seem to like these anonymity games, so I'll play along for now.
Morse code got discontinued in 1999 anyway puppy. Arguing over @ and things like that.
You seem to insist on calling me puppy, lady. Just proves that you think I'm cute, and that you are simply infatuated with me.
Aw, puppy luv. How cute.
Nope, more that you keep on tripping over your front paws and I have overwhelming urges to rub your nose in your shit.
If that's the love that dare not speak it's name, so be it.
Girl, you don't rub my nose in anything. If anything, I'm having fun at your expense.
Learn to read puppy. I have urges, but I don't follow through on them. You're simply not worth the effort - you're teaching me to bite my tongue, now shush.
Who's a good boy then.
Can you roll over and play dead, or do you merely beg?
Why don't we bridge the gap between us?
*Pulls a salt lick out for Bambi to enjoy*
Well, if the alternative was me having to slip contemplator $50 or a couple of housebricks to get you neutered to stop the yapping, sure!
Why are you so uptight for? Maybe you should take a cold shower, or smoke some weed and chill out.
You should've tried coming from upwind then if you didn't want me to catch the stench of your predatory breath.
:)
Now, now, my doggy might be annoying at times, but he is still my doggy. I'm not heaving any bricks at him anytime soon.
I'm fairly positive he was laying down a peace offering...
hey I said "sure".
Oh and the house bricks weren't for throwing, they were the cheaper neutering option. You make a testicle sandwich and apply the top slice at speed to make sure everything spreads out evenly. :D
feminazi man-hater ^
*yawn*
If you can't at least come up with a handle, fuck off. Anonymous name callers are fairly boring. See that trash can next to your post? It means I can trash it if you don't become more interesting.
And if you knew half of what I did, you would know how hysterical calling bambi a feminazi manhater was...
Lady, I call a spade a spade. Your wack job friend basically wants to castrate some guy who was trying to be nice to her. Wouldn't suprise me if she is a lesbian who blames all the problems of the world on men.
[mild amusement]
Oh my - what's the different between a bitch and a slut hey?
A slut will sleep with everyone, a bitch will sleep with everyone except you!
Face it honey, I've turned down more than my fair share of unwanted attention - none of that will ever make me a hairy leso. I guess that means it's not me, it's you!
The bricks was the option if you didn't shut your slobbering yaphole - I thought that was the accepted cure for puppies that mindlessly bark at anything passing by. Does that make me a feminazi fidohater now?
And contemplator, yes, hysterical... ROFL. :D
Oh and for the record, I blame most of the world's problems on people, dog's don't rate!
Having fun at the Residence Inn, Okie? Frankly, it's a lot more of a "whack job" to post from a hotel as an anonymous person just to single out one post by one person...
wouldn't you agree?
Oh yay, puppy's back!
Now where's those bricks...
;-)
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