Showing posts with label Ernest Hemingway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ernest Hemingway. Show all posts

Thursday, August 8, 2024

191- Beyond The Appletree Lane Collection- 1097 Van Antwerp Road, Niskayuna, New York


I Shall Be Released, The Band



2142 Appletree Lane
Prometheus Unbound
Pegasus Rising With The Light 
























1097 Van Antwerp Road, Niskayuna, New York


Summer of 84.

I wrote in a Loft 

Behind Rose, colored stained glass windows

Listening to Gordon Grey

Play Peter Gabriel’s Red Rain

On his electric guitar

All hours of the night. 


Played in the yard with Abbey

An English Sheep Dog

Named for the studio

the Beatles recorded in.


I was Uncle Albert 

To every one then

On the ceiling

Laughing Gregariously

Like Ernest Hemingway 


Sure that I would 

Publish with Simon and Schuster like

Lowell Thomas'
Book of the 
High Mountains

Friday, August 2, 2024

Thoughts On Ernest Hemnigway's Missing Thirteen Stories


I Can See Clearly Now, Johnny Nash

 I was always fascinated by the fact Hadley Richardson Hemingway lost 13 short stories of Hemingway’s on a trip to Paris. Here is one scenario.

It would make a great movie!

The setting is 1920's Paris and Hadley Richardson Hemingway has arrived from the states. She has been charged to deliver 13 of Ernest Hemingways short stories to him and they are in a leather brief case. She is greeted upon arrival and immediately ushered to a party at Gertrude Steins with Hemingways artists and writer friends. The writer's Dos Passos, F. Scott Fitzgerald, E.E. Cummings, Archibald Macleash and others along with the artists Picasso, Masson, Gris and Miro. Hemingway is delayed and will arrive at the party later. During the early part of the party as she is being introduced she sets the brief case on a stand near a chair in the room. While distracted by the introduction to these Famous people she has heard of but never met she is overwhelmed by the excitement and forgets about the stories. When Hemingway arrives and makes his grand gregarious entrance she remembers that she set the stories down and she goes to the table but the stories are gone. There is an uproar throughout the gathering and Gertrude Stein calls the police. A middle aged somewhat backwards and slow detective shows up and begins asking questions. There is tremendous confusion and each person the detective interviews is sure they know who took the stories because each artist and writer that is accused has expressed jealousy over Ernest Hemingway's talent and consider him to be somewhat of a bully. They all have their stories of confrontations while excessive drinking has occurred and arguments about who is better at their craft abounded.

The briefcase is found but it is devoid of the stories and the important factor is that the detective determines that no one has left the party and the intrigue is where in the world in Gertrude Steins home could some one hide the stories. Each and every person leads the detective in a different way and many false innuendos and accusations creates disharmony and jealousies and outright disdain for fellow artists and writers are exposed. In the end the detective discovers a clump of pebbles next to a large bamboo stick near the fire place hearth upon closer inspection he finds a piece of cloth a shard ripped from someones sleeve. He examines all the occupants clothes and the shard matches Zelda Fitzgeralds apparel. She took the stories because one of Hemingways stories had received greater adulation from Gertrude than her Husbands recently and the opportunity presented itself and she was sloppily drunk at the time.






Tuesday, January 13, 2015

False Summits


A Must Read!

Summits And Secrets-Kurt Diemberger

Om Mani Padme Hum - Om Mani Padme Hum - engraved on a stone tablet - Om Mani Padme Hum.
 Over and over again.
 'Oh, thou Jewel in the Lotus!'
 The prayer of those who worship Buddha. Just a prayer.

 This stone tablet here comes from Nepal; from the foot of Dhaulagiri - from one of the stone monuments one continually meets by the wayside, fashioned out of the mountain's slate.
 'Oh, thou Jewel in the Lotus!'
 Somebody who wanted to use that form of prayer engraved the letters of those words and laid the tablet there, next to all the others bearing the same inscription.

 It is supposed to be unlucky to remove one of those prayer-tablets; no native of Nepal would ever even think of doing such a thing. One of the climbers on the 1959 expedition had brought this one home with him.
 Later he began to have misgivings. One day he brought it to me, which was a sensible solution.

Om Mani Padme Hum - just a prayer.
Sometimes it seems to come right out of the stone.

Kurt Diemberger


A Prayer Song
 "Om Mani Padme Hum," Deva Premal

False Summits in life as in climbing are extremely frustrating you must push past them to obtain the goal. Summiting is the hardest thing to accomplish I can't tell you the number of times I have had to turn back just short of the summit. Don't be discouraged try again! I wouldn't be writing this blog if I didn't get back up dust off the cob webs and go at it again.

In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well oiled in the closet, but unused.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY, preface, The First Forty-Nine Stories

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/h/hemingway_ernest.html#KQkt3JwAw3XB5Mkt.99


My friend Bobaloo and I always liked to ski Solitude Ski Area in Big Cottonwood Canyon in Utah. He related a story about a particular slope he liked to ski that was out of bounds. If he had gotten caught skiing it he would have been reprimanded for the action. After a very heavy snow storm, he slipped on to the slope and laid down a set of tracks. On his next run up he picked up his radio and said, "Blue Leader this is Bobaloo, there is a suspicious set of tracks to the right of the lift out of bounds." The Blue Leader responded, "That's a closed area, I want you to go over and search the area thoroughly Bobaloo." He did, he skied it half the morning. We laughed often about the incident.

"Believe," Cher