Posts Tagged ‘Project FIrebox’
Project Firebox 35
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A lost and disfunctional creature, this scarlet centurion is found on the corner of 58th and Laurel Hill Blvd. Above it rises that loquacious viaduct which carries the Brooklyn Queens Expressway. The BQE, and Laurel Hill Blvd. below it, indicate that one is in the nether zone between Woodside and Maspeth- an angle between neighborhoods. Enormous cemetery walls are its nearest neighbors, as Laurel Hill bisects the gargantuan acreages of New Calvary Cemetery. All but forgotten, this noble guardian is mute, and knows terror thinking of the day that an emergency may come for which it cannot raise an alarm.
Project Firebox 34
– photo by Mitch Waxman
You don’t see many of this sort of Firebox anymore, which combined Police and Fire intercoms in a single unit. A humble narrator clearly remembers school assemblies (P.S. 208 on Avenue D) in which redoutable members of both services offered advice on how and when to appropriately use these fireboxes in terms of emergency.
One also recalls the “give a hoot, don’t pollute” stickers on garbage pails and being urged to turn off lights when leaving the room. Bellbottom corduroy pants also figure heavily into such memories.
Project Firebox 33
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Somewhere in that part of Astoria north of the Grand Central and East of the tracks of the Hells Gate Extension is found this moribund character. An unnatural pallor and complexion distinguishes it, making it seem like the star of some Universal Horror movie of the 1930’s, with natural ruddiness only hinted at by its root. Loathe to complain despite a visage of gray and graffiti, this Firebox is nevertheless functional and ready to sound the alarum should some passing weather or torch bearing mob accidentally set fire to its charges in that atavist and triangular section of the ancient village which it is sworn to protect.
Soldier on, zombie firebox, soldier on.
Project Firebox 32
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This poor bastard has been standing out in the weather across the street from the Brooklyn Bridge for a long, long time with no relief. It’s not the outrageous fortune of having been stationed in the land that time forgot, a relict section of centuries old buildings long since relegated to “gentrification”, it’s the ignominy of being adorned with fey missives and ironic graffiti tags by the so called gentry that inhabits the neighborhood which just burns. Protected from nearby construction, it nevertheless fears the worst and is ready to summon the city guard should trouble strike.
Project Firebox 31
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Kingsland Avenue in Brooklyn has seen more than its fair share of apocalyptic infernos, as if regular readers of this blog haven’t heard enough about the Sone and Flemings or Locust Hill refinery fires, and never has a firebox been situated in a more appropriate location. There is still a huge and threatening petroleum industry present in modernity, and this lone sentinel is a first responder on permanent vigil should “it” hit the fan.
The Newtown Pentacle 