Here and here were earlier Feeney posts. This devolution is as painful to watch as a crime. Or is it? Can it be a prompt to memory, a trigger for younger folk to ask its history of those who remember? Wasted scrap? An eyesore? A reminder that ours was not the first generation working and living here? What do you think? Meanwhile watch the regress.
Summer 09 bore rust and graffitti but
a measure of charring as seen in January 2010 as seen from the bank and
I imagine that different people see it differently. Since I never saw this boat in any better condition, it doesn’t pain me as much as it would someone who did. Instead, I feel a shifting mix of regret and healthy curiosity. As Rebecca Solnit says, “ruins stand as reminders. Memory is always incomplete … but the ruins themselves … are our links to what came before, our guide to situating ourselves in a landscape of time. To erase the ruins is to erase the visible public triggers of memory; a city without ruins and traces of age is like a mind without memories.” I guess that’s why seabart comments as he does, and why I enjoy wandering in both junkyards and museums: they have a lot in common. Against my wall is both a new paddle and a piece of an old broken one; although they both started life as paddles, each has a different function now, but I benefit from both, just differently.
Last foto by Allen Baker; others, Will Van Dorp.