Denis Kucharski

Rookie - 80 Points (November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

The Death Of Film - Poem by Denis Kucharski

They stopped developing film at Wal-Mart
The digital monster ate my Kodak
And left it with a crappy point and shoot
That crunched my numbers
And digested the images
I had to hope to capture
In glorious celluloid detail

The organic nature
Of my medium's demise
Left me reeling
Under a digital discard
With a chip on my shoulder

I took my film elsewhere
In all its beauty
It dying a slow death
Below the iron heal
Of 'progress'
Or the convenient regression
Of smaller minds
Dedicated to ease and comfort
At the expense of aesthetics
Which never served as their whore

I will miss my film
And all its majestic glory
Just as the lamp lighter
Missed the warm glow
Of a freshly lit street lamp
On a cold winter's night
Replaced by the robotic glow
Of a tungsten bulb

Sometimes stepping forward
Means taking two steps back.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

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