Ručkić krčkić

Čini mi se da smo mnoštvo važnih stvari zaboravili, čak zaboravili pamtiti, jednostavno zato jer živimo u tzv. digitalnom dobu: više ne znam napamet niti jedan telefonski broj, ne trudim se zapamtiti datume i vrijeme važnih sastanaka, ne vodim nikakve evidencije, pa ni o trošenju i primicima, jer sve to mogu saznati jednim klikom.

Možda zato više ne znamo što je to ekspozicija, što negativ, što pozitiv. Jer su nam svi fotoaparati digitalni. (Usput, nemam pojma o fotografiranju.) Dakle, u onim starinskim fotoaparatima s filmom, slika bi nastala tako što bismo kemikaliju kojom je traka obložena kroz leću izložili svjetlosti na duže ili kraće vrijeme (to je ekspozicija), a tako bi nastao negativ: sve što je bilo osvijetljeno, na njemu bi se prikazivalo kao tamno, i obratno, tamno bi bilo svijetlo. Zatim bi se film razvijao kako bismo dobili obratne, tj. prirodne odnose svijetlog i tamnog. Ipak, ključna je ekspozicija: ako bismo po sunčanom, svijetlom danu predugo izlagali film, negativ bi ispao pretaman, a fotka presvijetla, i obratno.

Zamislimo sad da je neka osoba fotka koju uslikavamo starinskim fotoaparatom: duga ekspozicija, sve svijetlo, ne vidiš pojedinosti; kratka ekspozicija, sve tamno, ne vidiš pojedinosti.

A tu bi neki blogeri da nam svi negativi budu sasvim crni. Crni - crncati. I onda slike bijele. Bijele - bjelcate.

Pa ti onda nađi anđela u tome.

P.S. Radije pročitam ovo:

anyone lived in a pretty how town
by E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain