Flights of Fancy
For the past year or so, I’ve turned my ears to the underwater rumblings, industrial gnashings, and overhead zoomings that make up the sonic environment surrounding the Newtown Creek, a body of water that separates Brooklyn and Queens and is one of the most polluted Superfund sites in the country. The creek is infamously known for the Greenpoint Oil Spill, where somewhere around 17 to 30 million gallons of oil and petroleum products seeped into the creekbed over the span of decades, only to be discovered by
Despite this, the area piques my curiosity as both a harbinger of the climate crisis at our doorsteps and also as a potential stage for how we might learn to coexist with such a present-future. Sonically I’m drawn to the whooshing of cars that pass above on the Long Island Expressway, the stochastic bubbling of aeration systems meant to re-oxygenate the murky waters, and the resilient wildlife that still makes this once vibrant marshland home. If you’re lucky you may catch a glimpse of a stray egret searchi