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> see also > p.102 > interview with john may > web > www.freshkillsparknyc.com
Bringing Back a Fresh Kill; Notes on a Dream of Territorial Resuscitation John May (millionsofmovingparts)
Manhattan Queens Landfill areas Fresh Kills limits
> Fresh Kills Landfill is located on an estuary in the southern end of Staten Island, and was, at one time, receiving nearly 90 percent of all the solid waste generated in New York City—with estimates as high as 13,000 tons per day.
Brooklyn
In April 2001 I traveled to Fresh Kills landfill, on Staten Island, to view for myself a scene that, up to that time, I had only read about in back-page articles and fringe trade journals. Just a few weeks earlier, on March 22nd, Fresh Kills had received its last load of New York City’s trash, and after years of politicking, Fresh Kills was finally closing—a process with no projected completion date, only a firm belief that completion was indeed possible. This seemed to mark the end of something. It was accompanied by festive moods and photo-ops, smiling bureaucrats, triumphalism, three cheers, all around. There was no acknowledgment of the terrible environmental legacy the landfill had left, nor of the absurd uncertainty that surrounded its future. Only blind faith in a picture of rescued nature that had been draped both across its unholy terrain and over our collective consciousness.
Staten Island Fresh Kills
Prior to my visit, Fresh Kills had become for me a kind of personal memory, one whose veracity, though imagined, seemed ever more reasonable as my preliminary research mounted. Having relied almost exclusively on print sources, I now sought to stake visual claim to a place that my mind knew only through description and suggestion, its imagery uncertain, built-up through cumulative hints. I have since labored in vain to decide which of the two images is more fantastical, more suited to hyperbole: my preconception of Fresh Kills, fabricated from within the blurry haze of research notes and shoddy newsprint photos, or the raped landscape I encountered that spring day.