It's been almost exactly 10 years to the day that they removed that beautiful water tower that crowned the old Gates Rubber Company factory building.
This has to be viewed in light of what occurred just a few months before: what i call the "craven aliens" sprouted up off Speer Blvd. like those white mushrooms that grow where doggy poop has once briefly flourished.
It really has been 10 years.
In my search for accountability for this ongoing crime I came upon this lovely piece by Mr. Paglia.
I thought in vain that they might grow on me - I knew instinctively that they would not. If anything, my resentment toward them has become amplified.
To please the prigs they kept them devoid of sexual organs. Additionally, possibly in an effort to not alienate the GLBLT community, androgyny was sought for - but this was achieved by removing all suggestion of hips or natural line, rendering the already craven forms sterile and lacking humanity, like starved, if somehow enthusiastic, wraiths.
They chafe the nipples, let's all admit it.
Rubber was a decisive factor of World War II. Japan invaded Malaysia for her rubber alone.The hand-holding reminds one less of an elegant dancing couple and more of the automated naivety of The Epcot Center in Disney World. I'm surprised that they didn't decide to turn them out in grey concrete, so as to please absolutely everybody.
I can't but twist the kris here - they could have done better to have just erected two 60 foot standard artist figure models, the timeless design of which has achieved androgyny with reasonable form for decades. They would've been tantalisingly adjustable (and they still don't know who stole that Sinclair dinosaur).
Every time I drive over or under the old Gates factory building there is a hole where my heart used to be.
The shock of the water tower's removal was more than matched by the shock of seeing "The Dancers" for the first time (even the title is innocuous and redundant).
In fact, even 10 years on, in slow traffic, I still feel an involuntary water-balloon smackof derision at the sight of that double-whammie of non-offensive rear end, probably the parts of the thing that singularly offended me the most from the very start and that still singularly does, and i know i'm not alone on this one.A friend of mine's mother from the UK, who I had just picked uP from DIA, actually gulped, "my word", when we sailed past it one summer evening, years ago, when it was lit up.
Maybe this all happened because of a perceived need to not appear like a blue-collar cowtown. In awkwardly denying its roots, Denver ended up looking like a rube anxious that he or she might be holding the cutlery incorrectly at a formal dinner, just to look inexplicably self-concious in the end.
For a few decades there, for its properties, rubber was the only game in town. Queen Victoria's nephew, King Leopold II of Belgium, for 20 years enslaved the whole Congo River Basin for the collection of wild vine rubber before he was sanctioned for it.
The Nazis at the height of the war, where GM or Ford couldn't provide it for them, had to resort to making it synthetically. It really helped to decide the war.Generations worked at the Gates Rubber Co. Along with Samsonite across the street and the US Government, they were Denver's main employers.That legacy is something to be proud of - the nomenclature looked great as a piece of history and it didn't cost nothin' - certainly not 1.58 million dollars.