Freitag, Juni 16, 2006

The Photograph

To flesh out the previous post a little, a poem I wrote maybe 2-3 years ago now...


The Photograph

Recalling memories,
forming hopes,
A glimpse of the past
to cover the present.
Timeless witness,
quiet victim
of the battle for illusions.
Depicting the obvious
excluding its value.
And making reality
the present enemy.

Current Music: Voxtrot - Raised by Wolves

PS: With this poem, the "her" in "Anna Begins" refers to the past. Sometimes it would be lovely if you could just catch the past in a butterfly net and pin it down in an album - even if it loses all its value in the process. More on photographs later :) .

random remarks:
Dont you think photos are the only things left over all from the frozen pasts of ours..
 
Hmm... I think they are the opposite. We have so much left from back then, and the photographs only help us to bring it back out. I don't like photographs very much - after I have taken them, I often don't look back at them for ages. Only very few I look at again and again.

It is more of a passive effect - I don't look at photographs to be reminded. But when I do happen to look at one, it does remind me. But then it is a much nicer feeling than when you look at the photograph expecting it to give you back some kind of memory - often you will be disappointed.

I think we still have a lot left over from that past. In fact, it is what we are now, to a large extent. Photographs can either show us what once was - and we rationally and objectively evaluate how things are different now, how we are different now. Or, they stir up those memories and moments. In themselves, they contain nothing, they are empty. Compared to the memory they depict they are so insignificant. But the problem with memories is that you don't remember them - until you're reminded of remembering them ;) . Subconsciously we do that all the time - every time we have a new thought/memory, there is something that has reminded us of it inside our brain. But pictures are maybe as good a phsyical aid as there is.

Hmpf. Too many big words. I'll try and make this a little clearer and include that in my next post somehow ;) . I can no longer deny to myself that I have a strong opinion on it after writing so much...
 
"think we still have a lot left over from that past. In fact, it is what we are now, to a large extent"
This is what i exactly think about too..our past is like the bricks of our personality, and photos are the pictures of them taken in every step when we are building it up.
 
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