Building Blocks (dressed as rodents…)

Through the years, New Your City has provided a treasure chest of ideas and words for my writing; narrative and poetry. One trip provided a wealth of visual action that, in addition to the serious poem View from the Train, gave the fictional character Dave something to claim as his own (proving once again truth can sound stranger than fiction):
“I spent the late afternoon and evening walking the streets of mid-town. The sights and sounds of the City are so dramatically different from the areas I work and live in. Thus, for me New York has a refreshingly unique personality. It’s as if each of the defined sections, such as the Village or ChinaTown, is but a tablecloth upon which a magnificent dinner is placed. It is as if each area absorbs everything that is placed within; not stripping away the identity of these individual entities, but weaving them into the tapestry spread out before you.”

“All is odd in New York, thus no one entity stands out for very long. The rounding of a corner can bring to light a micro dot of total misplacement, a relic of the past wedged between ultra-modern shops and restaurants of ‘progress.’ Or it can raise the curtain on a montage of human existence: two Orthodox Jews – with their large black brimmed hats and black coats in contrast to the noonday heat – walking past the tourist bedecked steps of St. Patrick’s Cathedral turn their heads to look at two blond-haired Scandinavian girls – dressed as rodents for an advertising promotion – yelling at a Pakistani taxi driver who, claiming not to understand their version of English, is explaining – high-pitched, at a feverish pace – to a policeman why he ran over their Mouse Cart, while four Chinese tourists – wearing I love New York t-shirts and carrying bags from an East European deli – are taking pictures of the hundreds of Wisconsin cheese pamphlets now littering the sidewalk. Nothing is odd when everything is unique; this is New York City.”
(Through a Stranger’s Eyes, © Steven S. Walsky, 2005.)

Time molds vivid memories from one’s past into the building blocks of one’s writing…Think about your ‘building blocks’; we can not write without them.

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