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He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.

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  • October 3
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    From guest Musserell Romang (contact)
    I don't think the piece is saying that once "truth" gets started it flows out non-stop or unstoppable. I think he's saying that in the end the truth will eventually come out on top. "He tried to spit out the truth" Meaning he was was trying to speak the truth or insult it and get rid of it or out of his system "Dry-mouthed at first" Could not speak it or get rid of it?! "He drooled and slobbered in the end" Aggressive words or at least biting and/or insulting which conjures up images of an invalid or retarted person and refers back to "spit" out. "Truth dribbling his chin" The last thing you might see at the end, mouth open, saliva dripping out uncontrollably representing "truth's" eventual triumph despite any of our efforts. That's what I got out of it.

  • Purrsanthema
    January 14
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    It's so succinct I don't know what to say. It reminds me of the last few years with my father before he died, and he died so recently. There seemed so much to say.


  • December 11, 2008
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    Hemingway

    From guest Dwight (contact)
    He was a great writer. His death was a tragedy in more ways than one. He will be missed. His novels and poems had so much heart in them. I always search for sites dedicated to him. Recently i found this one -- www.booksbyernest.com . It is one of those sites that are kind of under the radar, but it is good, none the less. You should take a look at it. It also shows current sales of his stuff on e-bay. I saw an autographed book that went for over 10k. Amazing


  • Yemassee
    May 5, 2008

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    Being orphaned while in the same house as my parents, I was adopted by television, so... I'm reminded of Fonzie of Happy Days, how he couldn't say, "I'm sorry" He hemmed and hawed whenever that response was required. That is the guy that Hemingway speaks of...truth didn't come easy, like a baby trying to walk I suppose...and when he did finally manage to spit it out, there wasn't anything pretty about it.


  • Pamela A Lamppa
    March 14, 2008

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    Once it begins to flow, there is no stopping truth. This is classic and will never be anything less than sensational. ~Pamela


  • October 25, 2007
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    From guest PrabhuDayal Khattar (contact)
    This is indeed a truth of life and the weakenesses of life is shown here in this verse so beautifully...


  • May 20, 2004
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    I know how it feels to be worried of spilling my guts to anyone about the way I feel and mouth being dry as hell until I get started. Seems once you get your foot in the door and release one comment they all just keep on flowing and by the end, yes drooling and slobbering all over the place to the point that you look back and say, uhh what happened?
    I like it. Interesting lines. First I've ever read of Hemingway and I think I need to bookmark this for more reading in the future. aimee jo