Not a grid, but a fleet
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[Images: Photos by Fred R. Conrad, courtesy of The New York Times].
Although it's almost embarrassing to admit how much I think of this—hoping, I suppose, that some vast wooden fleet will someday be discovered beneath Manhattan, lying there in wait, disguised as basements, anchored quietly inside skyscrapers, masts mistaken for telephone poles, perhaps even slowly rocking with the tidal rise of groundwater and subterranean streams—it came to mind almost immediately while re-reading a short book by art historian Indra Kagis McEwen called Socrates' Ancestor.
Really more of an etymological analysis of spatial concepts inherited from ancient Greece, from the idea of khôra to the myth of Icarus, McEwen's book has at least two interesting moments, the first of which relates directly to ships.
[Image: Greek triremes at war, via Pacific Standard].
"At one important point in its history," she writes, "Athens literally became a fleet of ships."
When Themistocles evacuated Athens in 481 B.C. in the face of the Persian threat, the entire city put out to sea, taking with it its archaion agalma [or cult statue] of Athena Polias. And when, according to Plutarch, a certain person said to Themistocles "that a man without a city had no business to advise men who still had cities of their own" Themistocles answered,That is, the city took to the waves, physically and literally abandoning solid ground—leaving the earth behind, we might say—to go mobile, en masse, cutting through the water like Armada from The Scar, novelist China Miéville's "flotilla of dwellings. A city built on old boat bones." In The Scar, Miéville envisions "many hundreds of ships lashed together, spread over almost a square mile of sea, and the city built on them... Tangled in ropes and moving wooden walkways, hundreds of vessels facing all directions rode the swells."It is true thou wretch, that we have left behind us our houses and our city walls, not deeming it meet for the sake of such lifeless things to be in subjection; but we still have a city, the greatest in Hellas, our two hundred triremes.
Incredibly, in the very origins of Western urbanism, this offworld—or at least offshore—scenario actually played itself out, with the evacuation and subsequent becoming-maritime of the entire city of Athens, Greece.
The whole city just picked up, left dry ground, and sailed off for the horizon.
Briefly, McEwen's book has at least one other detail worth mentioning here: a comparison between ancient shipbuilding techniques and weaving—or, as she says, "the way ancient shipwrights assembled their craft is clearly analogous to the technique of weaving. To edge-join planks with mortise-and-tenon joints is, essentially, to interlace pieces of wood."
In the shipyard, planks laid in one direction were fastened to other planks by tenons that penetrated, or interlaced, the planks at right angles in order to bind them together. Similarly, on a loom, the warp threads (analogous to planks) extended in one direction are bound together by weft threads (analogous to tenons and pegs) traveling orthogonally, which interpenetrate the warp threads at right angles to make the cloth.McEwen weaves this together with Vitruvius's descriptions of the very first buildings, where, in Vitruvius's own words, "first, with upright forked props and twigs put between, they wove their walls." That is, they "wove their walls" with wood—making some of the Western world's earliest architectural structures, as McEwen summarizes, both the product of and identical with "an upright Greek loom."
That is, they were textiles—as were ancient Greek ships. Like floating pieces of oversized clothing woven together from fallen forests.
I feel compelled to mention here that some of the most advanced techniques in architectural fabrication today involve, as it happens, a return to looms, or the 3D-weaving of architectural parts and spaces using, in some cases, technologies—such as carbon fiber weaving—borrowed from the automobile industry (as seen in the eye-popping video embedded above).
In any case, it is quite a heady thing to consider all this at once: vast looms at the southern tip of Manhattan, weaving in real-time an interlocking lacework of carbon fiber ship-buildings that depart immediately for the rising seas of the north Atlantic.
The city reveals its inner logic is not that of a grid but of a fleet—not landlocked buildings but patient ships—as silent streets peer out at the sea with longing.
(Vaguely related: Ground Conditions).