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.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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