Posts Tagged ‘Queens Plaza’
mighty temples
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The neo gothic handiwork of architect Morrell Smith is hard to miss as one moves about Queens Plaza, and it is known to all as the former Bank of Manhattan Tower. Formerly the tallest structure in the borough of Queens at 14 stories (roughly 210 feet), the 1927 vintage building has since been dwarfed by the Citibank Megalith at Court Square. Smith was a noted architect of the early 20th century and had his hands in more than one landmarked structure in Queens (and Manhattan), and his projects also included the notable Jamaica Savings Bank which is found further east.
Crenellated, its spire carries a clock.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Personal observation has revealed that these clocks are seldom if ever accurate, and often they do not match up with each other. My understanding, gleaned from municipal and real estate industrial complex propaganda, is that the hidden mechanisms which drive these clocks are undergoing some sort of restoration as is the rest of the building- although specific detail remains elusive. The building itself is another one of the “black holes” in the historical record which distinguish western Queens- a noteworthy structure erected to serve a high profile company sited in a prominent location which is nevertheless relegated to an architectural footnote because its location is outside of Manhattan.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Your humble narrator acknowledges that, as always, whenever the subject of Queens Plaza and it’s locale comes up one must refer to the hierophants at the Greater Astoria Historical Society– however- one does not wish to stand on the shoulders of others forever and I have resisted making inquiries with them about the place. Unfortunately, independent research has offered little surcease to my curiosity about the clock tower or offered the deeper story and meaning of this building. Rumors of late 20th century bacchanals and Astorian apocrypha about certain rites conducted in its lofty heights during the thunder crazed nights of the the second world war era notwithstanding, there is a dearth of information available for me to share with you about the place. An open call is therefore made to you, Lords and Ladies of Newtown, for any information which might serve to inform your fellow citizenry on this enigmatic structure.
shadowy corners
“they’re building another one?” – photo by Mitch Waxman
This is the final installment detailing my experiences in western Queens, on that day when I finally located the grave of Calvary Cemetery’s first interment (Esther Ennis, 1848), stepped in a dead rabbit, picked up a paranormal companion on my long walk, found myself in a state of “stupendous ruin“, soon realized that my perceptions had grown “bafflingly homogeneous“, and that my senses had become occluded due to “sleep filmed eyes“.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned in yesterday’s posting, tardy delivery of content to this- your Newtown Pentacle- has been caused by a cavalcade of obligations. Both personal and professional, these obligations have placed me in a room next to personages who enjoy the highest reputation and standing, lettered academics and eidelons of “the professions” both have taken me to a private corner of the room and confessed to having had similar experiences to those which I’ve been describing in this series of postings- which is VERY interesting.
This day, I was in Tower Town, down by the East River in Long Island City… or Queens West as its proponents call it.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Former days of grandeur, industrial might, and utility seem to be over for this part of Queens. Perhaps it is overworked and deserves a pastoral retirement as a park and residential center. Such meta-lopolitan planning is beyond the understanding of one like myself, who is cursed to wander through this infestation of the human hive but forbidden to do anything but observe. When my nervous scuttling and vast perambulations are performed, dark glasses are worn and the earbuds of my iphone are firmly in place- serving to isolate and insulate.
Of late, I like to wear my hood up, but loss of periphery can be a fatal mistake in these places I go.
Perhaps this is why I was casting two shadows.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My companion was familiar to me somehow, an atavist and insistent presence. Definitely male, the image of a double headed ax was impossible to banish from my thoughts as I neared the bridge…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
…THE QUEENSBORO BRIDGE!!! Queensboro is its name, not 59th street nor anything else that Manhattan elites might attach to it.
CALL HUNTERS POINT SOUTH OR WILLETS POINT “KOCH CITY” instead…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
…sorry that sort of thing just blurts out of me these days…
At right about this spot that I suddenly perceived that my spectral companion was no longer present, and when I noticed my nervous shadow had returned to its altogether wholesome and expected aspect. Whatever it was… perhaps it was just the moment when “one of my states” had passed…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It was here in the shadows of that great machine called Queensboro that the splendid isolations which your humble narrator so enjoys returned, and roamed once more alone amongst the multitudes. The disturbing vision of that double headed ax though, seemed to stay with me and caused ponderings to begin.
What connection could there be between Long Island City, a largely Irish cemetery, and a battle-ax?
no pity
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Consider this one a space holder with a pretty picture in it, presented by a humble narrator otherwise overwhelmed with obligation who offers it with the promise of several regular postings appearing- on schedule- at this, your Newtown Pentacle in the coming week.
This has been one heck of a week…
Project Firebox 18
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Badder than you, this urban survivor owns the corner of Vernon Vlvd. and Queens Plaza South. Scarlet, its backdrop is mighty Queensboro itself, and the mysterious doorway into its tower. Rumored by area wags and historical enthusiasts alike to have once led to elevators and stairways which carried potential passengers to a trolley platform high above on the bridge itself, local legends abound as to the true purpose of the entrance. Who can say?
disquieting effect
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a strange and seemingly shunned house not far from either Queens Plaza or Court Square, a hidden relict on 43rd and Crescent which is shadowed by the Megalith. Intriguing, it’s a fairly old structure located at 25-01 43rd Avenue which is not long for this- or any other- world.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Department of Finance Building Classification for this lot is “V1-VACANT LAND”.
Don’t get me wrong- I’m not advocating for this structure to be saved or its owner’s plans for it to be thwarted in any way or even obliquely commenting on the rapid transformations and shocking scale of the “New Queens Plaza”– this isn’t one of those posts. Neither is it an extensive peeling back of hidden lore or sinister revelations.
Like a lot of things these days- it isn’t good, or bad- it just is.
The place does seem pretty “shunned” though.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
What’s surprising about this little building, a clapboard scatterdash, is that it’s here at all. It’s obviously destined to be swept away, may already be gone frankly, as I haven’t been down this direction in better than a month. The enormous broom of economic inevitability is sweeping through the neighborhood and replacing the idiosyncratic and odd with the generic and corporate, and structures like these have no place here any more.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Enormous fencings, the modern kind which block the intentions of curious eyes, have been thrown up around the place. The process of clearance will eradicate traces of the former habitation, and since my self appointed mission is one of documentation, a point was made of finding a hole in said fencings large enough to fit a camera lens into. My dslr is too stout for such missions, but luckily the ever reliable Canon G10 continues to be part of my carry around kit.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The late model car half buried in debris and detritus behind this condemned and seemingly abandoned house witnessed in this product of the G10, however, makes me wonder exactly how long and why this property has been so astonishingly shunned.
The Newtown Pentacle 