The Bare-Knuckle Poet.
Hemingway wrote like a man clearing brush—blunt, honest, and unflinching. He hunted in Africa, fished in Cuba, fought in Europe, and drank with ghosts. But beneath the brawn was a craftsman who made every word earn its keep.
He lived big and broke often, but always came back swinging. You don’t have to agree with the man to respect the code.
Verdict: SphstRDnck.
Raw, rugged, and never afraid to bleed on the page.