... (III)A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfBmizHxJec&ab_channel=CosmicRadiation. . . I . There is something about those old photographs - The faded textures Of distant footage, sepia, The subtle blur, a slight vignette: . A strange kind of transparency. . II . Modern photographs aren’t like that. . They’re too perfect; Editors have to intentionally recreate that effect, Fabricate an impression of age, Purposefully manufacture flaw. . . III . They’re not the same. I could try, to replicate it; I could go back and master the editing techniques, All the old aesthetics that define those kinds of images But they’d be flat - . Ostentatious - lacking in all the textures, All the qualities . That coincide with that sense of history, Mythology, That differentiate a recreation, a forgery From an ephemerally captured . Memory - secreted and sentimental - . Significant only to those Who can rightly say That they really were Really there. . . . You can't recreate that. Truthfully, we shouldn't even try - Just respect the old photos, the heirlooms and artifacts, As iterations of things that happened long ago And that are recorded now . So as to keep from being forgotten. . It's better to respect that, than to try and replicate it. Besides, doing so does a disservice - both to the authenticity Of those memories, and to ours As the sorts that one day . Young aspirants Might also Go on . Seeking feverously To mimic. . . .
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