Notes On A Suicide by Hemingway – A.G. Diedericks

The cosmos misplaced me
left me to meteor into this zeitgeist
of insipid distractions
Where i roam as an anachronism
under the city of lights
in pursuit of remnants from Lutetia
with nothing but a pen & piece
of paper to live on

Problem is I’m not a poet
Let me tell you how i know it:
I kill a reader
every time i get published
I drag ’em out
to the Battle of Normandy
and en garde my quill
up against their arsenal;
I tread belligerently
over land mines, unarmored
until there’s nothing left
of me to spill

Because who am i
without these lacerations
cut on truth
cut to the left
cut with avant garde

I look on as they flee for shelter
in colloquial boats
Washed up on the shores
of contrived obeisance

I write myself out
and into pastiche
Here..
Where i can marvel at all the artifacts
that has since been decimated
by phosphorescent eyes

In this solitary hamlet
away from the hullabaloo
of small voices;
I swim naked in a cesspool
of regret & excuses;
The past is a rope that pulls me up from the quagmire of my present;
The ghost of Hemingway smirks
at my attempted suicide
as he steals all the bullets from
my plagiarized shotgun

Leaving me tied to the dénouement
of his sagacious notes,

“Your abstract is redundant. The expatriates weren’t lost in an
archaic era. We Roared the 20s with the clamour of our own literature.
How is the reader supposed to find any emotive resonance in this?
Your soul is still buried underneath the words, and it will only come
to life once you’ve unearthed your own voice. I suggest you go and
pick a fight with a bull in the streets of Pamplona; You’ll find
everything you need there.”


A.G. Diedericks: “‘write what you know’ are the four most soporific
words I’ve ever heard. I am a divergent writer who couldn’t give 2
fucks about striving to be the best. To write only what you know, is
to play it safe. Art is imaginative rebellion. I am engaged with the
versatile risk takers, the ones who are not afraid to take their shoes
off & get dirty. I write & curate at Morality Park.”]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

51 thoughts on “Notes On A Suicide by Hemingway – A.G. Diedericks”

      1. Thanks, A.G.! I’m very humbled by the caliber of writers in the group and simultaneously bolstered by my admittance. I think Jasper said a PayPal plug-in caused some issues and my post fell on one of the two days that were lost. He said he was going to reblog it at some point.

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  1. All your lines are the truest that I know. Whenever I tend to become sloppy and redundant, The Giant’s (Hemingway’s) words slap me in the face…It is always a pleasure to find inspiration and truth in your words.

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  2. I read this twice– once to experience the language play and once to experience the feelings of displacement and exposure. You capture something both deeply personal about your own truth while also speaking the universal fear of every writer that we will be found to be a fraud, an amateur, our writing irrelevant. You stab deeply into the heart of it. Well done A.G.

    “The ghost of Hemingway smirks
    at my attempted suicide
    as he steals all the bullets from
    my plagiarized shotgun”

    Liked by 2 people

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