In addition, we have some exciting new developments to mark the year anniversary of regular posts. Our very own Don Roman de la Mancha has been studiously learning English and will become our regular South American correspondent. Developments south of the border have long interested us, and it is a stated belief and goal of us at FASLANYC that designers in the US should not be so Euro-centric, and that we have much more to learn from the sudacas than we admit. DRDLM will be helping in this effort, focusing on the countries of Argentina, Chile, Brazil, and Colombia.
Lastly, gentleman landscape architect/bike repairman/bait store owner H. Willis Montcrief will become our southern correspondent, reporting on developments south of the Mason-Dixon line. You can still expect a poorly-written, pedantic, and faux-intellectual post every Sunday/Monday, but we hope to begin adding shorter, more informal posts occasionally throughout the week.
And what is that you smell?
Oh, that! Well, you see, he shares impartially with his neighbors a piece of public property in the vicinity; it belongs to all of them in common, and it gives to South Brooklyn its own distinctive atmosphere. It is the old Gowanus Canal, and that aroma you speak of is nothing but the huge symphonic stink of it, cunningly compacted of unnumbered separate putrefactions. It is interesting sometimes to try to count them. There is in it not only the noisome stenches of a stagnant sewer, but also the smells of melted glue, burned rubber, and smoldering rages, the odors of a boneyard horse, long dead, the incence of putrefying offal, the fragrance of deceased, decaying cats, old tomatoes, rotten cabbage, and prehistoric eggs.
And how does he stand it?
Well, one gets used to it. One can get used to anything, just as all these people do. They never think of the smell, they never speak of it, they'd probably miss it if they moved away.
(Thomas Wolfe, "You Can't Go Home Again", 1940)
The Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn was once a meandering tidal creek whose brackish waters produced oysters so succulent and sizable they were harvested by the Dutch settlers and shipped back to Europe by the barrel-full. With the growth of industry and the concomitant population explosion in Brooklyn in the middle of the 19th century, the old Gowanus Creek was channeled and deepened to create the 1.8 mile-long canal, finished in 1869. This allowed for brown sandstone ("brownstone") and other construction materials quarried in New Jersey and upstate New York to be brought into Brooklyn, where they were used to erect the future mecca of Hipsters and Hassidim.
[before cheap pizza places, New Yorkers would stop in at the oyster houses and oyster carts that were throughout the city]
[ships in the Gowanus Bay in 1867 where the soon to be channelized Gowanus Creek empties into the bay]
Like most industrial canals, the Gowanus was always conceived as a teleological logistics platform. Industries reliant on barge traffic, such as manufactured gasworks and tanneries, sprang up along the canal. By 1906 there were over 85 barge trips per working day (excepting the lord's day) and the canal was a "maritime superhighway for barges bearing coal, sand, oil, and brick". It was also the provenance of the "huge symphonic stink" that lent South Brooklyn "its own distinctive atmosphere" and was considered an American embarrassment.
Now the Gowanus Canal primarily functions as the collector outlet for 14 of the combined sewer overflow points in Brooklyn. If you are ever in Brooklyn during a rain and are an insane masochist, jump on a bike and head down to the Canal where 2nd Avenue dead ends. About ten minutes after the rain begins you will feel an acrid stink in your pores, and a sulfuric odor reminiscent of Dante's fumache lagoni will wash over you. This is because raw sewage is upwelling in the Canal just ten feet away and mixing with the heavy metals, petrochemicals, polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) and polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs) in the deep sediments and waters of the Canal. It is disgusting, and disheartening.
[the disturbance in the water just beyond the green sign is
raw sewage upwelling into the canal just after a light shower,
photo courtesy of Erin P.]
The blocks immediately adjacent to the Canal have been left mostly to bus repair shops, industrial scrap yards, concrete plants, the vacant vestiges of past energy industries, and carting companies that lumber through Brooklyn at night looking for cyclists to flatten. Four of the streets from the city grid continue across the Canal, but most reach dead ends at the Canal. The Canal itself dead-ends at Butler Street where the Boerum Hill neighborhood begins.
And yet, the Canal has a certain attraction. It is a sublime landscape with the old ruined factories and rubble heaps and scrap yards interspersed among garages and warehouses. The F/G trains and the Gowanus Expressway cross overhead and at night the little lights in the subway cars are beautiful. If you go there on the right night and watch the subway crawl along the tracks and see the distant skyline of Brooklyn and Manhattan, if you notice the bats diving for insects against the dark silhouettes of the strange warehouses and factories around you will feel that New York City is the place for you; that despite our propensity for creating ugliness, beauty is bigger than us.
[in the 1950's the canal was notorious as a dumping ground for murdered people. here cops are looking for a body the morning after a car drove into the canal.]
[the canal and the surrounding fabric in the 1960's]
Of course, the canal was not always seen in this light, and will not always be like this. For the last generation the landscape here has been in a derelict state, neither productive according to its original intent nor converted to some newly appropriate use. It is terrain vague, an "abandoned area, obsolete and unproductive... which represents an anonymous reality." [sic] And this terrain vague, the fracturing of the historical narrative, permits the creation of new mythologies.
Terrain vague, as the site of a failed teleological construction, offers a landscape exploration space for the probe head mechanism which is not accounted for in capitalist territorialization characterized by the consumption/disposal binary. A derelict site of failed or obsolete intention serves an attractor for exploration and provides a point of departure for the creation of new patterns of use. It offers the chance to construct new mythologies.
With the slowing of industrial maritime activity in Brooklyn in the 1940's thanks to the construction of the Verrazano Bridge and the Gowanus Expressway, and the ceasing of regular dredging operations by the Army Corps of Engineers in 1955, the lands and waters were left open for new agents who could find room to operate here. These include blue crabs, fiddler crabs, and swallows, as well as punks, homeless kids, rave partiers, artist communes, kayak enthusiasts, prostitutes, in addition to neighborhood groups, school teachers with a bivalve interest, and private developers. Now that agents of all levels of prestige and power are focused on the Gowanus Canal, this list is rapidly changing. In the coming three weeks, we will detail one initiative- the Canal Nest Colony- which we have begun working with since first reporting on it last year.