April 1, 1974: In Modesto, Calif., the cool kids gathered on a Friday night in a parking lot on McHenry Avenue. As is helpfully pointed out on the back, “This is the ‘in’ place for seeing who is out tonight, saying ‘hi’ to your friends and maybe finding a late date.” Photo: Teresa Zabala/The New York Times
American Studies, Eckerd College
In God Is Our Trust: Florida In the Civil War and After
One of my nightmares was once reality.
Chalk-marks pockmarked the space designated
for protest, but solely as abstraction
-against to, for am, no identity
submerg’d, no self spurned; complain for decide,
no call for ingress but its antithesis.
Hexstatic dogma of the intransitive!
I enjoy the sans objectif from time
to time, of course; but we must go somewhere,
sometime. Leave skeevy I.D. politics
with your priv’lege. Check them in by the door
to Suburban Station, or proscenium arch
or whatever that is.
“Whatever. Being neurotic seemed to be a kind of wild card, an all-purpose explanation.”
—Renata Adler, Speedboat
With a harbor view, a teataster samples from cups spread upon a table in Baltimore, Maryland, September 1964.
Photograph by Bates Littlehales, National Geographic
Does this job still exist?