Tag Archives: Detroit

Archaeology, uninterrupted

Via the indefatigable Tim Train comes notice of this amazing site, which provides a continuation — albeit in an eccentric direction — of my earlier post on the slow death of Motown. This time, however, the structures have acquired a festering but somehow majestic encrustation of greenery, such that they appear to have taken on […]

Ozymandias or, when a city dies

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp’d on […]