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The Romance poetry of Detroit

The Romance poetry of Detroit
Michael Sofronski
The Romance poetry of Detroit

It was, I'm embarrassed to admit, a Cadillac convertible built circa 1959. It was cherry red and had immaculate whitewalls and headlamps concocted by a mad entomologist; its tail fins were as exaggeratedly hooked as Maria Callas's nose. It was a car that said Progress with all the bravura of a period when people sincerely believed in such a thing; a car to which the words Space and Future still apply; a car that so powerfully signaled adolescent longing to at least one ensorcelled bystander that he soon found himself sitting down with a salesman, filling out an application for a 30-year payment plan.

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