I Didn’t Want to Kiss You Goodbye, I
wanted to Kiss You Goodnight.
This post is a part of an assignment for the course: ENG 138T, know as a passion post. Each week, students were required to write a blog post surrounding a topic they loved. I chose the lost generation, for reasons explained in my first blog post.
"They truly lived by the philosophy that if you left where you were from, you left yourself. What made them all flock to paris, I do not know, but I can’t help but admire their drive and determination to escape and begin anew. Where they courageously picked up anythign for a life of European adventure, I could only cowardly follow them in my mind through their stories and memoirs. One day I aspire to live life fully and gloriously as they did, but I am wary of where their paths follow.
Hemingway recounts his times in Paris as , “This is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy” Somehow it’s heartbreakingly sad to read this because once he leaves Paris, he slowly begins to fall apart.
The lost generation has changed my view on life and have made me find hope through their hopelessness. They force you to enjoy the small things in life, because if you’re not having fun then what’s the point in living?"
I am especially proud of this post, because I believe it combines my unique writing style as well as analysis skills in a blog post about one of my historic role models.
"Love was always an unattainable object for dear Hemingway, as it is for so
many of us. Scorned by his father and bossed around by his mother, he grasped
tightly onto any form of love and self.
Some say he searched for his masculinity by hunting, by drinking,or by
writing. But I believe differently. I believe that he searched for it in his
scores of women, failing each and every time to find himself in someone
else."
In this quote, I take the information about Hemingway's numerous love affairs and apply it to his life style.
"Hemingway delved into anything and anything that was remotely manly, leading to
his involvement in WWI.
There’s a war going on? I’m not even 18 and the United States isn’t
involved…. I KNOW! I’ll join the Italian army!
Sound crazy? Well that was what Hemingway was all about, finding trouble and
danger wherever he could. As bad ass as being an ambulance driver sounds, he
actually did get injured on the Italian front."
I may not have the best sense of humor, and going back and reading my attempts for laughs often makes me cringe. I was trying way to hard here, but I applaud my courage of reaching in and trying to pull out some witty writing.
I did quite enjoy my crack on Hemingway's obsession with cats. "Pissed beyond belief, he swore off women. Hence, Hemingway’s last and final love was his cat."
wanted to Kiss You Goodnight.
This post is a part of an assignment for the course: ENG 138T, know as a passion post. Each week, students were required to write a blog post surrounding a topic they loved. I chose the lost generation, for reasons explained in my first blog post.
"They truly lived by the philosophy that if you left where you were from, you left yourself. What made them all flock to paris, I do not know, but I can’t help but admire their drive and determination to escape and begin anew. Where they courageously picked up anythign for a life of European adventure, I could only cowardly follow them in my mind through their stories and memoirs. One day I aspire to live life fully and gloriously as they did, but I am wary of where their paths follow.
Hemingway recounts his times in Paris as , “This is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy” Somehow it’s heartbreakingly sad to read this because once he leaves Paris, he slowly begins to fall apart.
The lost generation has changed my view on life and have made me find hope through their hopelessness. They force you to enjoy the small things in life, because if you’re not having fun then what’s the point in living?"
I am especially proud of this post, because I believe it combines my unique writing style as well as analysis skills in a blog post about one of my historic role models.
"Love was always an unattainable object for dear Hemingway, as it is for so
many of us. Scorned by his father and bossed around by his mother, he grasped
tightly onto any form of love and self.
Some say he searched for his masculinity by hunting, by drinking,or by
writing. But I believe differently. I believe that he searched for it in his
scores of women, failing each and every time to find himself in someone
else."
In this quote, I take the information about Hemingway's numerous love affairs and apply it to his life style.
"Hemingway delved into anything and anything that was remotely manly, leading to
his involvement in WWI.
There’s a war going on? I’m not even 18 and the United States isn’t
involved…. I KNOW! I’ll join the Italian army!
Sound crazy? Well that was what Hemingway was all about, finding trouble and
danger wherever he could. As bad ass as being an ambulance driver sounds, he
actually did get injured on the Italian front."
I may not have the best sense of humor, and going back and reading my attempts for laughs often makes me cringe. I was trying way to hard here, but I applaud my courage of reaching in and trying to pull out some witty writing.
I did quite enjoy my crack on Hemingway's obsession with cats. "Pissed beyond belief, he swore off women. Hence, Hemingway’s last and final love was his cat."
They lived happily together, and that’s where the term. “crazy old cat man” came from.
“One cat just leads to another. . . . The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you see them all moving like a mass migration at feeding time. . . .”
Ok, that’s a total lie. (Except the quote, the quote is totally real)."
All in all, I take a lot of pride in this post because it was both analytic and creative. I enjoyed speaking about a subject I love without a specific guide for how to write, or what to write about.
"In truth, he never found true companionship in his cats, his children, or his wives. To Hemingway, “The was no friend as loyal as a book”. Once he could no longer write them, he saw no reason left to live.
But he lives on. He lives on in his children, his books, and the memories he left behind that will forever leave an impact in our lives whether we wish it or not."
“One cat just leads to another. . . . The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you see them all moving like a mass migration at feeding time. . . .”
Ok, that’s a total lie. (Except the quote, the quote is totally real)."
All in all, I take a lot of pride in this post because it was both analytic and creative. I enjoyed speaking about a subject I love without a specific guide for how to write, or what to write about.
"In truth, he never found true companionship in his cats, his children, or his wives. To Hemingway, “The was no friend as loyal as a book”. Once he could no longer write them, he saw no reason left to live.
But he lives on. He lives on in his children, his books, and the memories he left behind that will forever leave an impact in our lives whether we wish it or not."
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