Save the Chelsea Hotel

I've recently heard that the historic Hotel Chelsea in NYC has been bought. It seems that when old and wonderful things are bought, bad things happen. The words "immediatley rennovate" scare me. Hotel Chelsea is a symbol of art, freedom, fossilized youth, and colorful possiblties that appear in black and white. A silly daydream I often have, is to go to the Hotel Chelsea, stay a while, drink cups and cups of coffee throughout the day, and write lines and lines of poetry. Life in little bits of words and phrases and moments. Hang talismans made of found objects all around. Notice simple, interesting things from my old window.

Please can we save the Hotel Chelsea?

I must make my pilgramage to West 23rd Street soon I guess.