Kenneth Hahn State Park and Oil Fields - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
Descripción del sitio
Stage 1High above the dirty basin of the city, a park rises early for its morning jog and for sips of twilight wine as it watches the transformation into electric lights. Its serenity is marred only by the whining of it oil machines, rhythmically pumping, sucking the ground for all its worth, for the elixir that keeps that body of the city in tact, while clogging the freeways so often referred to as arteries.
Stage 2
As the rain turns the hillsides of Kenneth Hahn to something out of the Amazon or Argentina, it scours the oil pumps, stripping away all that dirt packed at their base. And their whine continues in the midst of the darkness like Kubla Kahn's woman writing and wailing for her demon lover. The mudslides reveal concrete beneath the machines, and the bare earth shows the machines to be as skeletons, calaveras dancing on the hillside, bobbing in time, dancing in the rain.
Stage 3
A boy and his father stand on hilltop and wonder.Trees felled. Bones buried. Towering drilling wells toppled. All is a mound. All is mulch. And this, too, will become oil, says the father.The playground equipment remains. As do the pumping machines. Like geriatric bones still fused with titanium screws.No pathways nor signage, roadways nor residence. No persons nor beast, flora nor fauna.This was nirvana.And the boy loosens his grip.And from this distance, the city seen much too clearly to actually be LA appears, with the shimmer of cinema, unchanged, untouched, forgiven, as from a distance all is so. A boy and his father stand on hilltop and wander.
-- MCM