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All rights reserved MSwaid.  Sambo's 1983.  My customers became my hostages, trapped in the forever of the temporary.

I was always a photographer first, poet second. Nowdays, anyone can produce a passable image with the flick of an index finger on a little bubble on a screen. However. It's even more temporary, more disposable than it (photography) has ever been.

Good thing is, for me anyway, hardly anyone can write a poem anymore worth reading. 

Large Language Models, oh pshaw!  Little magnetic poet boxes from Barnes and Noble.

We all die anyway.

 

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