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[aid] => mick
[title] => polaroid pretence
[time] => 2011-03-02 16:15:39
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[bodytext] => Colour film 20th century you define me. I used to catalogue changes by the quality of the pictures. Black and white , goodnight. Colour was the new, like a sweeping modern statement here we are- The people of the 1970's! There we went..... There were plenty. Now I look back. no longer shining new, those colour pictures. Comfort from which I drew. They look old. So old and so do I. Colour no longer defines. Now it is something more subtle- fashion, background, something else... The innocence of a child's eyes it lives forever in the frame. But it is always within it's own time. And then I look at movies. Old movies, favourites. Their stars, so young and beautiful. Unobtainable. For more than one reason. Many have passed, or deteriorated.... badly. I sometimes wish I could go through the glass and join them in the immortality of the screen they look so happy. Their environment so carefree. Boundaries set. I feel like my predecessors advanced their future was an endless stream of positive change. I fear for my child as I don't see things getting better just more crowded, but with better quality pictures. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 101 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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