
Untitled, New York, 2002
All this talk about the politics of the cityscape has me missing its poetry and art. So put aside for a moment the
contested parks,
rising seawaters, and
protests over public space that have been occupying this blog and the WNYC airwaves. And listen to this invocation from poet
James Merrill, writing in 1962 about the changes in his neighborhood:
Out for a walk, after a week in bed,
I find them tearing up part of my block
And, chilled through, dazed and lonely, join the dozen
In meek attitudes, watching a huge crane
Fumble luxuriously in the filth of years.
Her jaws dribble rubble. An old man
Laughs and curses in her brain,
Bringing to mind the close of The White Goddess.
As usual in New York, everything is torn down
Before you have had time to care for it.
Head bowed, at the shrine of noise, let me try to recall
What building stood here. Was there a building at all?
I have lived on this same street for a decade.
Those are the first two stanzas of “An Urban Convalescence,” a relatively unknown piece of NYC literature (unknown compared to, say, O. Henry’s line about New York being a great place, “if they ever finish it.”) You can
read the poem in its entirety at the
Poetry Foundation, or listen to Merrill himself read it
here.
I love how Merrill comes face-to-face with his mixed feelings about the changing city, with its simultaneous destruction and creation. He seems as upset about what’s been torn down as he is at not being able to remember what was there in the first place. It’s a quintessential response to the evolving cityscape—and a helpful thing to recall when your favorite little store turns into another bank branch.
Now for the art. If Merrill freezes the frame in the destruction phase of construction, Brooklyn-based photographer
Stanley Greenberg—whose photographs are shown here—arrives at the scene a few months later, after a building has become recognizable, but long before its completion. Mies van der Rohe called this the most revealing moment of a building’s “constructive character.” For Greenberg the process of construction is as heroic and as beautiful as the completed building. And I love how Greenberg captures that, not in colorful bursts of Flickry photography, but in the slow frame of his large format black & white camera. The images evaporate the usual thumbs-up/thumbs-down aesthetic evaluation of architecture, and leave you alone to just appreciate each building’s buildingness.

Untitled, New York, 2004

Untitled, New York, 2007

Untitled, New York, 2007
I was going tell you what each of these four half-built structures have become, but I’ll let you guess instead. (Greenberg leaves them all untitled.) Hint: two are museums and two are office towers, and the photos were taken between 2002 and 2007.
Greenberg’s project was supported by the
John Simon Guggenheim Foundation, and will be published in a book, out next February from the University of Chicago Press. The images are Copyright Stanley Greenberg, and courtesy the artist and
Gitterman Gallery, New York. And check out Stanley’s earlier book,
Invisible New York: The Hidden infrastructure of the City.