Monday, January 30, 2006

Further than away from the past

I travel through your soul
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.


52 comments:

rusty said...

Godspeed.

Anonymous said...

Good one!!

Parvati said...

Precision is always satisfying.

- as would agree those that have experienced exactly what you have written here so beautifully, but did not have the words to express it...

Φ said...

..Been sometime since I read anything this soul breaking..into smithereens..

Nice one August.

Parvati said...

Oh no! Not this picture - it is depressing and seems like decaying steel or some such thing...
Your poem is sorta very exalting, deep and happy though it speaks of "tear(ing) you apart into a million pieces". It has nothing of decay or decadence in it, but could be said to be a major experience of positive or marked transformation...


The image you choose should have lotsa light, sun, magic, beauty, should be sublime...like what you see in http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5381/1712/1600/10029837.jpg

It gives an impression of going deep inside into another's soul. At least to me.

Maybe I am too conservative...I don't know...

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truespirit said...

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 :)

Blueprincesa said...

They convey the sense of a riddle that might have a different answer for different people

Prerona said...

ya - wouldnt have know if u hadnt said it - they blend :)

psb2006 said...

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?

chaos said...

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...

Phoenix said...

who's Ï"?

Jessica said...

They work very well together. Stunning pieces!

Brood Mode said...

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...

Aristocrat said...

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?

cindy lee said...

Powerful combination, each supports the other very nicely, I love it.

bert moth said...

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.

Planck said...

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!

mermaid said...

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.

Mystique said...

Reading your poem felt like I was travelling in a distant realm. Loved it. The picture compliments your poetry.

shooting star said...

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....

shooting star said...

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....

death said...

conveys ..
a song sung dry,
like a million reasons in a lie


nice work :)

paddy said...

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.

transience said...

i love how the starkness of the picture and how it gives your words more lyrical depth.

GEL said...

Hi .:A.:,
I like your phrase
"For I swim into your soul".
I could say more about your wonderful work but I'm concerned that I offended you somehow from previous analyis I gave, since you haven't visited my site in such a long time. (You had been a steady and welcome visitor.)

If that is the case, I'm deeply sorry. I looked for an email address but see none. I think I've given superlative and honest praise to your splendid writing, but I do make typos and I'm human so I probably missed some of the meaning in your works.

I'll risk saying this much. The photo is stunning but it overpowers your work only because it is so riveting visually, not due to your words. The photo is so bright and light that one is compelled to look at it again and again throughout reading your poem which takes away the fluidity of reading your work. This would occur even if the font colour of your words was brighter. Perhaps, that's only me, since I'm an artist. I hope that part helped.

I'll pop back in here later in the week to see if you wish more insight. My email address is on my other blog in the profile.
http://green-eyedlady.blogspot.com
(If you haven't visited because of other committments, no problem. I just cherished your feedback because I'd like to write better.) Take care

Cecilia said...

They complement one another. Ethereal and hunting.

Gypsy Girl said...
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Gypsy Girl said...

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.

Tafosi said...

Deep man. Really deep. Although at first glance, the picture looked like that dude from Terminator II.

iamnasra said...

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

Dreamy Eyed Gal said...

toooo good!!!...the pic and the post both r xtremely beeeeeeautiful and they really gel very well...AWESOME!!!

illusion said...

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"

Anil said...

It works like a dream...can I ask who the artist is?

atomicvelvetsigh said...

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...

Pincushion said...

..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 :)

Anne said...

Fabulous picture!
I have missed you:)

CyberMenace said...

English August, just finished reading this novel some days back. Reminded me of Ogu, Dhrubo and Paltukaka !

Anonymous Poet said...

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.

Grafxgurl said...

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

Prmod Bafna said...

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!

catch 22 said...

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.

aquamarine said...

gave me a creepy feeling like a virus attacking my body.

Aradhita said...

Abstract can me made sense of :)

Long time btw,

Waiting for you to resurface..

yvaine said...

Perfection.

Colette said...

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

mads said...

its beautiful,the true worth of a poet is his ability to peep into
ones soul with alphabets...poetry
reveals the mystery of life and the
poet weaves the answer into the fabric taht u and me can understand
expresiion of love.

Lioness said...

Why don't you name your blog, "Emperor's New Clothes"?

Anonymous said...

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?

Anonymous said...

hii,

In many of your poems i always find questions.U sound lost and unhappy.

ur style is sure nice .

Wooden said...

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.