I have modified line 15 so as to preserve the rhyme scheme.
THE CAMERA
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone.
Group Poem XVI
Re: Group Poem XVI
THE CAMERA
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XVI
THE CAMERA
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
And cheap prosaic images abound
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
And cheap prosaic images abound
Re: Group Poem XVI
THE CAMERA
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
And cheap prosaic images abound
Adieu to savoir-vivre and all it means
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
And cheap prosaic images abound
Adieu to savoir-vivre and all it means
Ars longa, vita brevis
Re: Group Poem XVI
THE CAMERA
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
And cheap prosaic images abound
Adieu to savoir-vivre and all it means
For Time's great spool can never be rewound.
THE END
Technology has made us all blasé
About the nature of photography
The old flash powder, plate and darkroom tray
Are now the bric-à-brac of memory
Then film came next along the trek
Pushed the most by Eastman Kodak
Dont le film made the rest a wreck
And polychrome trumped white-and-black.
That magic box of wood or Bakelite
Could capture our best moments contre-jour
But lacked a meter to decide how bright
The light should be to make the image sure
These days no add-on is de trop
Cases, lenses—on and on
But cellphones now replace them, so
The need for accessoires is gone
The camera's now ubiquitous, it seems
And cheap prosaic images abound
Adieu to savoir-vivre and all it means
For Time's great spool can never be rewound.
THE END
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- Location: Land of the Flat Water
Re: Group Poem XVI
You and Audiendus sitting on thrones.
Me on the ground in front bowing, and the others
standing behind with laurel wreathes on their heads.
Me on the ground in front bowing, and the others
standing behind with laurel wreathes on their heads.
-----please, draw me a sheep-----
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