ROCKET LOUNGE

 

Americans fell for Desire's fantasy of endless mobility, unleashing horses beneath metallic hoods, stretching Pegasus to hundreds of cylindrical feet, burning billions of barrels of love gasoline.

 

Prime ribs sizzle, burnt offerings dye the sky magenta, darkness lengthens behind the brightest of scientific minds who whispered of outer space beneath the roar of their missiles pouring onto London's population.

 

Invited after World War II to work with "ordinary people in ordinary towns" like Alamogordo, where a girl's mischievous shadow leaves her mother's timid life for a world leading down to a generic rocket anchored to a pole, a modern reading of the cigar store Indian who sold his fiery soul for a sign of illusionary flight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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