nada y pues nada y pues nada

Good night,” said the younger waiter.
“Good night,” the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and light. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was already nada y pues nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada


5 thoughts on “nada y pues nada y pues nada

  1. Eric

    Not sure why, but I never quite thought of you as a Hemingway fan. And perhaps you are not. Your reasons for posting this are your own.

    Hemingway-aphelia is, of course, a longstanding phenomenon. I read A Farewell to Arms and then The Sun Also Rises as a young man, which is probably the best age to read him. I still consider The Sun one of my favorite books. But later I realized that, as much as I like good Hemingway, bad Hemingway can be pretty bad. But an especially fun sub-genre, given the legions of writers who have imitated him, is the Hemingway spoof. I read Woody Allen’s “A Twenties Memory” in junior high and only realized it was a Hemingway riff years later.

    Hope all is well. Whatever is happening, I am sure your weather is better than our weather (we got snow — ! — yesterday).

  2. Kevin

    Reminds me of that great Fugs song from the ’60’s: “Monday…nothing…Tuesday…nothing, Wednesday and Thursday, nothing…Friday for a change, a little more nothing…Saturday still nothing.”

    By the way, congrats to your runner John Hinton on his victory in Boston!

  3. Steve

    Was that a final post? The end of Nothing and then nothing and then…log off? I hope not.

  4. whaler

    Looks like this really was the end?

    As much as I’ve always liked Hemingway, he never really leaves you walking away with a lightness in the air. Kind of like how I feel I’m walking away from your blog.

    Best of luck, Joan…to you, and to all your runners.

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