I haven’t been to Larimer Square in years now walking through Writers Square where I used to hang out in 96′ and 97′ writing poetry that is now long gone and very stolen. I would go to this coffee shop on Larimer Street called The Market and sit outside sip coffee and smoke Camels while I wrote and people watched. Back then I was homeless and friendless so I would sit alone and write and write and write. I do not feel that any of those poems were any good but they are a huge part of my past. I feel bad that I have not been writing much lately and I have not done a drawing in over four months but I am just not feeling all that creative lately for some reason or another.
That is the thing about being creating things from pencil sketches or words to some prose one has to be in the mood to embark on such a journey and I just have not been. Even though I have not been writing I have been reading a lot like usual so I am still doing that part of the job of the writer. Yesterday I went downtown and walked the entire mall and right past Writers Square without even a look at how its changed since 1996.
1996 what a year that was. It started with me moving in with a base head while all the time I was hooked on coke then I moved to Denver and arrived on 2.13.96 which happens to be Henry Rollins’ birthday. I was 24 when I got here and he turned 35 the day I arrived here. I think the funny part is I had no idea who that was until I met this guy Sonny that introduced me to him. I used Denver as my home base for the next three years while I traveled around the country seeing America.
Seattle is still my favorite city to visit but last year when I went I was looking to move there and leave Denver in my past once and for all. I spent a week there with no sun and I realized that I live in the greatest city in the country already so I henceforth scrapped the plans to move. I used to have a friend there but something happened on that visit that changed everything and we have not spoken in well over six months after a ten year friendship. Shit happens.
I honestly think right now the thing that I need to do is read more in Zone 3 a Lit Journal I bought at The Tattered Cover in Lodo. I went to The Elliot Bay Book Company in Capital Hill in Seattle when I was there with my now non-friend and it was really nice plus they had a lot of Lit Journals that I had never seen before. I was talking to my mother about finding some Indy bookstores in NJ and I found three http://newyork.cbslocal.com/guide/n-j-s-best-local-independent-bookstores/ all located at this link.
The ting about Indy bookstores is that one will find some very eclectic books and of course they are the main source for publishing and selling Lit Journals. Barnes and Nobles carries a few Lit Journals but nothing really obscure more like the popular ones like The Paris Review which is thirteen bucks an issue where as Zone 3 is five bucks an issue. I realize that this blog has gone in a few directions but this is just where I am right now…
I realize that I have not written a blog in a very long time but the urge to be creative in any sense has not been with me as of late. I last mentioned the Henry Rollins books I found on Broadway back in November and I have been silent since then. I have read so many great things since then that I wish to mention a few. First I have read the entire graphic novels of The Walking Dead thus far and as I tell my friend all the time the TV show is Other Rick. I do not remember the names of these books but they are not hard to find at a local library if one just asks. I know one of them is called Some Kind of Peace by I do not remember but it fits into the genre of Swedish Mystery and or thriller. I have read so many novels set in Sweden that I feel like I actually know the place a little but that happens while reading.
Other things that I have read are a grip of Ed Greenwood fantasy novels set in The Forgotten Realms of AD&D (Advanced Dungeons & Dragons) that I play in with a group on Skype that includes my mother. I also got the two huge volumes of Ed Greenwood Presents Waterdeep. They are two large books with three novels in them that centers around Waterdeep which is a town in The Forgotten Realms. I started to read fantasy all of a sudden to get ideas for my AD&D capaign but I am now not in need of that being I have what is known as a Super Module called The Temple of Elemental Evil that I am going to run for the next three or so months.
I have also of course read Lit Journals and now the Denver Public Library has access to magazines on the Android Tablet OS so I have been utilizing that as well. I also made a new friend a few doors down so we watch movies and basketball games or we play a game on the PS3 together so that has kept me busy. I mention all of this reading and the such because I finally understand why I have never had a successful relationship.
I have dated a few woman and really not one except Lisa was a reader and all Lisa read was teen fiction that I did not want to read or could relate to. I crave the company of someone that is willing to read A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens like I am right now so we can sit down and talk about it. That seems to be the majority of what I read: no one else I know has read it so there is no one to discuss the book with. I think this is what I crave the most in a mate and I have yet to find anyone that is a veracious reader like I am. I am not saying that I am not also a gamer and a geek I am but reading is my one real true passion.
My aunt Della has a Nook now and she reads about a book a day. In some ways I am jealous of her speed but at the same time I like how I savor a book like a fine wine. There is a girl that lives here that I dig but she is not a reader and I know in the end that it will just end badly like all of my past relationships have ended. I am very aware that I am kind of nick picking here but I think everyone has this idea of who they want to be with and someone that appreciates poetry is a good start. I guess I am just doomed for a life alone with my books and I guess that isn’t such a horrible fate….