Modality Poem by Douglas Scotney
Modality
The growing pace of obsolescence
That exists in the world of machines
Has seen me seeking refuge in
Less evanescent means
Of externalizing art.
There's a sense of doom in pictures
The end's hardly after the start
Today's in the museum tomorrow
An ineluctable feeling of sorrow
Has entered the expression of art.
Lost sense of the journey
When start seems after the end
What's done is done
Before it's done
The present before the past
The future earlier still
When future's gone
Past is round the bend.
Fine write and true Pop will eat itself a snake gorging on its tail and disappear up its own inner sanctum. Everything old is new again. Movies are remade with ever shrinking intervals to the point where a bit actor in the first series will become an anachronistic cameo if ascending to appear in the separate and supposedly unrelated retelling homage to the author that the work less than 10 years earlier was regrettably unable or unwilling to achieve. We are all already famous but reticent as our preemptive introductory retrospective anniversary inaugural finales will attest.
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4/26/2024 10:23:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An intriguing look at the time zones: past, present and future.Certainly, technology is always changing, making present models obsolete too soon. Is there, however, 'an ineluctable feeling of sorrow ' in the expression of art? '