By PATRICK ALCATRAZ
Special to The Tribune
NEW YORK - The thing about Greenwich Village here is that its creative energy flows freely, from bars, to cafes, to musty hallways of the aging brownstone apartment buildings, to the streets. Great songs are written here, as are beautiful stories, for books and magazines, as are absolutely gorgeous love letters. Usually, it all begins with a beer or a glass of wine, perhaps a moment of sheer flirtation with some foreign woman in town for a few months.
Then there is the Writers Room in the heart of the Village not far from the White Horse Pub where Edgar Allen Poe used to drink himself silly. Writers using the facilities pay $29 a week for access to neat, private cubicles there on Broadway, near Astor Place. It's been here forever and is said to have attracted the likes of Bob Dylan and John Phillips of The Mamas and The Papas and the poet Ted Hughes. For the longest part of its existence, the Writers Room was somewhat noisy in the same way that newsrooms used to be noisy - that click-clack-clacking of typewriter keys dominating sound.
But no more.
The Writers Room recently let it be known that typewriters would no longer be allowed in the premises. The reason: laptop users complained that typewriters were too noisy, that they made it difficult to think and, thus, write. It's another sign of progress.
In any case, that is how this tale is being framed...
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1 comment:
Don Patricio, your articles are never boring, they are very educating. Just one question, where did you educated yourself???
One guess, you are an Ivy league man.
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