Why does everything have to be <br />subscripted for you? Taken <br />to the nth power, multiplied, <br />then divided among your admirers— <br />your coefficients? <br /> <br />You have no grasp <br />of the concept of one. <br /> <br />Having redefined chaos <br />as multitasking and “functional freedom, ” <br />you have rejected domesticity as bourgeois; <br />your studio reminds me of Chernobyl. <br /> <br />Miraculous, though, <br />when you are separated from <br />life, from all of us, your friends, <br />by the lens, firmly anchored behind all your <br />photographer’s tools, <br />when you open the shutters <br />and a flash goes off <br />and you lovingly zoom in <br />on life, framed, unified, <br />everything comes into focus <br />for you with a singular <br />click.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/focus/
