Author Archives: Christina M. Rau

Two “New” Tours

From Time Out New York

“Postindustrial waterfront tours

Two new tours explore the Gowanus Canal and Newtown Creek, both declared Superfund sites in 2010.By Andrew Frisicano”

We were there….

Reading Recommendation

Someone left this on Rediscovering Brooklyn, so I’m passing it on: 

Olivier says:

Great blog! Congratulations! This post about the shipping industry back in the 50′s is very interesting and, of course, raises many questions. I can only recommend a novel by Valerio Evangelisti, Noi Saremo Tutto (2008) or in French, Nous ne sommes rien soyons tout. The book tells the story of Eddie Lombardo and his family, the dock culture between 1920 and 1960.

Someone also left a comment about how I’m a horrible videographer, but I’m keeping that gem for myself.

Week Two, You Get Around

FYI: The internet is a funny thing in that you post a little video about crossing the Brooklyn Bridge on one website, and then it suddenly appears on another website.  Self-Absorbed Boomer picked up our trek across the great span with much delight.  So now, Week 2 participants, you can see yourselves on yet another blog.

And I found this out because I shamelessly Google myself from time to time. 

–Christina M. Rau

Poet Along The Shore

If you can read backwards, then you know these words are Walt Whitman’s. His poems expose the inner workings of a city that parallel the inner workings of the mind.  The Long Island influence in his work is as noticeable as the influence Brooklyn had on him.  In turn, his influence on Long Island and Brooklyn, and their histories thereafter, is incredible.  From poetic style to images to simply finding inspiration, Whitman is the forefather of many poets, the reason many others have come after, and the impetus to find life in the city sublime.


Whitman still walks

Fulton Ferry Landing,

spilling around its perimeter

in his typical endless flow—

words, words, words,

lines extending, tumbling

forward in urgency, immediacy,

progressive, bounding forwards,

words repeated and louder each time

yet only on the page,

or, here, cut through metal,

praising the current,

the gulls,

embodying the flaneur,

lauding the city—

its buildings, its streets,

and always coming back to

the basis of human beings,

the what of humanity,

the simple curiosity of human experience,

breathing life into everything it touches.

— Christina M. Rau

The Purpose Of The Promenade

I’ve returned to the promenade several times already. Last night, a group was dancing while someone played the accordian for them. I unfortunately did not have my FlipCam with me, so I’m left with two measly still shots:

Something new happens every time I’m there. Mostly, though, it’s not about entertainment. With all the rush of the rest of the streets, the promenade is a place to watch the sunset and to maybe fall in love–with the waterfront, with the bridge, with someone on a park bench, with the city.

Down The Promenade

… to now see this poem, you need to go to Greatest Lakes Review.

— Christina M. Rau

Rhythm Of The City

You know those fairy tales about living creatures under the bridge that pounce on passersby from the shadows to challenge them, scare them, or make them pay a toll? Instead of scary creatures under the bridge, we ran into an off-beat gang of musicians ready to entertain and spread the word of peace. We also ran into a pianist.

Things you should know about this experience:
1. The musicians were so frenzied because they’d been lounging (rightly so) in the shade, waiting for an audience.

2. NYC has a program that encourages music; two weeks this summer, the government left pianos throughout the city for people to sit at and play.

3. The pianist understood the concept of spreading the music a bit more than this group, who asked him to stop playing so they could start.

4. The backstory of who this group is and how they found each other and why they seem to get along only some of the time or why they are displeased with piano music (seriously, go back and look–the guy in the white complains about him and the leader of the group goes to ask him to stop) are all unclear.

This is why the new Brooklyn Bridge Park is being built. These are our Brooklyn memories.

— Christina M. Rau

Brooklyn Backdrop

Brooklyn is everywhere. As we saw in the pre-reading of Haw’s book, the Brooklyn Bridge is iconic and used over and again. In this video, we see glimpses of that as well as its rich surroundings, including the promenade where we visited just a few hours ago.

-Christina M. Rau