Downtown Denver. I was in my early twenties. A great deal of building was going on at that time, early morning music of compressors, hydraulic drills, construction workers whistling from way above the concrete at women on their way to work …
I started writing around 7am, sounds breezing in with cool morning air through a 2-3 inch opening of my 2nd floor apartment window; 18th & Grant. I waited tables at the Brown Palace, the Club dining room, at 17th & Tremont: a block from where I lived.
Evening sounds from my window: a lone singer highly inebriated wandering the streets; sirens chasing fires and crime and drama; ballroom music coming from the Cosmopolitan Hotel at 18th & Broadway. There are excellent pictures of the Cosmopolitan Hotel Denver at this link … worth your while. http://www.whatwasthere.com/browse.aspx#!/ll/39.7448768615723,-104.987342834473/id/11133/info/details/zoom/14/
I could look out my window to the southwest and see diagonally across the street through a few open windows men (in tuxedos) and women (formal dresses) dancing along with the ballroom music that I could hear … a fascinating irony. My isolation contrasted with couples dressed to the nines, dancing in a ballroom. The Cosmopolitan was built in 1926, and taken down (you should check out the 19-second footage on Youtube, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfZMqCnJ1fg) … in 2007. What’s there now? A parking lot. AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! I think I’ll do a small post on the Cosmopolitan Hotel … It was quite a place. But now … it’s a parking lot. Sickening.
Since that time, I have been enthralled with books, and authors. This post is about men who write.
Ernest Hemingway’s writing inspired me. Over the years, I’ve been more sensitive to the depressive themes of Hemingway’s writings, and read less of his volumes.
From The Old Man and the Sea, ” … ‘I wish I had a stone for the knife’ the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt.
‘I should have brought a stone.’ You should have brought many things, he thought, but you did not bring them, old man. Now is not the time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.”
C.S.Lewis rocked my world with his blend of imagery, allegory, metaphor, and prolific imagination. From That Hideous Strength:
“…’What we have here,’ said Frost pointing to the sleeper, ‘is not, you see, something from the Fifth Century … It is the last vestige, surviving into the Fifth Century, of something much more remote. Something that comes down from long before the Great Disaster, even from before primitive Druidism; something that takes us back to Numinor, to pre-glacial periods.’ … ‘The whole experiment is perhaps more hazardous than we realised.’ …”
The writers who have gone before us … wow. We have been given so much to help us know … how to write and how to live. They have left good stories behind, just as we will also leave good stories behind. Well, I have over-stayed my welcome … It is time to get back to Rolling Creek. Peace, T
- What Hemingway Can Teach You About Web Writing (compassionforall1.wordpress.com)
- Work Alone: Ernest Hemingway’s 1954 Nobel Acceptance Speech (booksandpeoplesg.wordpress.com)