I unravel mysteries that don’t yet exist
I contradict the very purpose I was born for
I move without moving
I see more than my eyes can feel
I become what I am not meant to
For I swim into your soul
When you look at me
Even that one fleeting moment
Is enough to tear you apart
Into a million pieces
So that I can go beyond
Note: This is a collaborative piece with another artist. The words are mine, but the picture is not. Need your help to know how well they work together and what this conveys to you (emotions, feelings, thoughts, etc.) when put together.
44 comments:
Godspeed.
Good one!!
..Been sometime since I read anything this soul breaking..into smithereens..
Nice one August.
Interesing thoughts, well expressed.
What's incredible about ur blog is the simplicity and how u weave a trap of words, capture attention and how easily readers resign to that.
well done. m sure u don need to hear it,coz u already know it :)
They convey the sense of a riddle that might have a different answer for different people
ya - wouldnt have know if u hadnt said it - they blend :)
Hey Mr.August,
I like all of your poems, mainly because, each time I read them I feel like I'm reading a whole new poem. Frankly, I don't think I am very good at interpreting them, for me its like looking at modern art and congratulating the artist on the use of colors and the different strokes. I have started a new blog, you have visited my old one before- I just wanted this new one to be all about my photographs. Oh by the way, the photograph with your poem, is it of a ragged piece of cloth or molten metal or something else?
this is class apart... too good...
(salute to the one who captured the photo)...
well can't say of entire poem of urs... but following lines fits perfect to the pic...
"I unravel mysteries that don’t yet exist
I contradict the very purpose I was born for"...
looking fwd to more frequent posts from you...
who's Ï"?
They work very well together. Stunning pieces!
I think the contrast is what works most on my mind...
The picture evokes silent screams and stifled tears within me...
The words are liberating, they take away the fear and bring out the shierks and the tears, they make me want to let go...
It seems that it might be the selfish side of love, the destructive side of it. To possess, to have everything, like how Blake puts it: "Love seeketh only Self to please/ To bind another to its delight..."
The picture is somewhat morbidly depressing...which fits the overall theme?
Powerful combination, each supports the other very nicely, I love it.
They seem to complement each other well in that they convey action. It's a surreptitious action that hovers below the surface and is difficult to grasp.
A resplendent match. Perfect indeed.
-Even that one fleeting moment
Is enough to tear you apart
Into a million pieces
So that I can go beyond
Wow.. Superb!
The image is very haunting, as well as the last few lines that accompany it:
"Is enough to tear you apart
Into a million pieces
So that I can go beyond"
It's like someone, or maybe even you, is entering yourself many times, from many angles. The spirit separates into many spirits. I wonder what is left when they all unite into a collective one.
ur words and the picture complements and completes each other.
what i felt while reading ur words...
subconciously.....someone shattering a lead crystal glass on a dead cold grey granite floor...breaking into million peices af light...yet in response the person has also shattered....
conciously...what i felt i cannot directly connet to ur words or the pic..and why did i think of a lead crystal glass..and a dead cold greay granite floor....
....and as always ur words makes me think about things which i wouldent like to think otherwise....
and the pic reminds me of...
liuid crystal...flowing smoothly in dark...radiating its own luminance..who's found its own path...
like a soul...who's found its own cadence....
conveys ..
a song sung dry,
like a million reasons in a lie
nice work :)
well the picture does show two colours intermingle with each other and does go well with the text . the picture tells me that these two colours are just so different from themselves when they are mixed the way they are. must appreciate your effort here.
i love how the starkness of the picture and how it gives your words more lyrical depth.
They complement one another. Ethereal and hunting.
I really, really like both elements combined. Who is the photographer? The photos is amazing. Melted object, hard as steel, now an unassuming puddle.
The words are clearly you at your best; revealing a compelling closeness, you unexpectedly betray as you set your stage on fire, destroying the object you seemed to so cherish, revealing your lie, to yourself mostly.
Deep man. Really deep. Although at first glance, the picture looked like that dude from Terminator II.
This is really deep...The work of the blood but its more than that its like the messeges that the brain sends to the body and soul
Check my blog..Have your seen your words its there
www.iamnasra.blogspot.com
Hope you liked it
toooo good!!!...the pic and the post both r xtremely beeeeeeautiful and they really gel very well...AWESOME!!!
the words are beautiful (as usual), but i somehow felt a little uncomfortable with these lines:
"Even that one fleeting moment
Is enough to tear you apart
Into a million pieces
So that I can go beyond"
It works like a dream...can I ask who the artist is?
lovely combination. the hanging ending fits perfectly with the continuous flow of the water.. as if there is no end for the travelling souls(s). what i also see is the 'electric' gush of of the other's stare...
..have been away for a long time..but a pleasure to be back and read your words again..
The picture infuses an element of philosophical abstractness, which I quite like :)
Fabulous picture!
I have missed you:)
English August, just finished reading this novel some days back. Reminded me of Ogu, Dhrubo and Paltukaka !
You are more than you are.
Thanks for more ethereal, liquid thoughts.
By the way, I left some comments for you at iamnasra's feature of you. I hope it hit the target.
is that an inked illustration?.. very well done.. smooth, visceral almost.. goes with what you penned....
as deep as viscera itself.
things are so meaningful in Black and white.
:D
Hey wonderful poetry and a lovely blog too! Hmmm the poetry was a great weave of course.. couldn't really associate with the picture though.. :) write on!
Wow, Lovely post jus too good. When I read this post I got reminded of the scene in matrix reloaded where in the end Neo finds himself in some mountains and then he flies back at such great speed to save trinity. I donno what made me remind this scene probably a mixture of picture and words.
P.S: Samudraa is back. Go check out her latest story.
gave me a creepy feeling like a virus attacking my body.
Abstract can me made sense of :)
Long time btw,
Waiting for you to resurface..
Your words as always speak to me in ways I can not even begin to describe...the picture goes perfectly with that - it's a perfect synergy
Why don't you name your blog, "Emperor's New Clothes"?
hi,
In your poems i see only questions.
ur style of writing is good,but try to answer the questions too-dont leave them midway.
its something like ..if i was...
but what?
hii,
In many of your poems i always find questions.U sound lost and unhappy.
ur style is sure nice .
I think your poem is flat and quite frankly creatively poor. It seems to me you just followed through with the words without actually feeling the essence of what your poem is about (mainly because there is no meaning). I hope I havn't spoiled your day by not helping boost up your tremendous ego like the other comments which have not been deleated. The picture would succeed as a presentation on texture by a first year photography student.
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