The Luddite and the Lens

I am fundamentally opposed to photographs--

those corrupters of memory,

with their lies that masquerade as truth.

I am a romantic, 

I trust the soul in all its mercurial and erratic disputations,

memory with its fissures and faults exposes the core of the self 

while the camera exposes only emulsion.

Give me flimsy feeling, broken belief and unproven sensibility over concrete celluloid, 

my moments stolen by the mechanical eye, that thief who contradicts the heart and strangles impression for realism, cannot dictate to me what is.

You keep your reality in all its Ultra High Def super vision, 

I want my feeling vaporous and ungraspable, a moment a million ways, veiled in the uncertain recesses of now and then, dancing in impermanence like dust in sun.