1950s Unlimited

1966 https://www.instagram.com/p/ClB4jWrJBsw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

The joys of womanhood.

Progress Doesn’t Ask Questions

And neither does a healthy society. Our agencies are working overtime to assist you with quarantine,* testing, and compliance. Don’t slow down progress with doubts and questions. It’s not healthy.

*to find out if you are properly sequestered, contact the Ministry of Social Order, Health, and Ideas  (no in-person inquiries)

Envisioning the American Dream.

Travel by Greyhound!

Vintage Greyhound travel poster by artist Rod Ruth

1960

Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids. … Your eyes, with the late sun in them, Are like blue pools dazzled with yellow petals. This pale green suits them well. Here is your finger, with an emerald on it: The one I gave you. I say these things politely- But what I think beneath them, who can tell? For I think of you, crumpled against a whiteness; Flayed and torn, with a dulled face. I think of you, writing, a thing of scarlet, And myself, rising red from that embrace. 

… This is the time of day for recollections, For sentimental regrets, oblique allusions, Rose-leaves, shrivelled in a musty jar. Scatter them to the wind! There are tempests coming. It is dark, with a windy star. 

… For I think of you, flung down brutal darkness; Crushed and red, with pale face. I think of you, with your hair disordered and dripping. And myself, rising red from that embrace.

excerpts from “Red Is the Color of Blood”   Conrad Aiken

Have you tried turning off your nation, waiting a few seconds, and then turning it back on?

Dramatic spires of red sandstone reach for the sky in the Garden of the Gods

Colorado Springs, 1954

You know the feeling of something half remembered Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well. You know the feeling of recognizing someone That you’ve never met as far as you could tell…

“Laura” Ravid Raksin and Johnny Mercer