# 13 - Andrei by Andrei by Andrei by Andy

Andrei Rublev, 1966

 

Where art is colour, life is monochrome –

regardless of the medium one chooses;

we need bright jesters, spurred by faith and muses

to pierce the waning of a greyscale gloam.

 

Hominid hands adorned sepulchral homes

to ease the pains of Neolithic bruises;

downtrodden slaves’ graffiti still amuses

amidst the dusty ruins of ancient Rome.

 

a toddler’s rainbow – light chromatic bridge

to soothe the hunger of a barren fridge

a vibrant tune, kaleidoscopic ditty

to cheer your view across a dismal city

 

We thirst for Art – the art must never stop;

but still: fuck off with all your AI slop.

AWB

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#12 - The Pilman Radiant

(Russell J Turner)

This year we are using films from the Sight and Sound 2022 list as prompts

Third up from me is Andrei Tarkovsky’s Stalker (1979 - #43), with a sort of stream-of-consciousness interpretation of its source material, Roadside Picnic by the Strugatsky Brothers

Regrets the mythic monument consoled
Oblivion with fortune in its fold
Advance, retreat where legends come untold
Do Not Pass Go as heat melts into cold
Sing shattered flowers faded by the stone
Intelligence has left you all alone
Down deep by ways imagined and unknown
Exulting onwards, backwards bone-by-bone

Perhaps our reasoning concludes too quick
Incomers from the cosmos, shoot and trick
Chimeric ghosts through deathly candlestick
Now cancer boils beyond the river bed
In colour bleached, in colour left unsaid
Come let your monkey save you from the dead

RJT

#11 - On Seeking Warmth

Fay Roberts’s third sonnet this year is inspired by Billy Wilder’s screwball/ gangster/ romantic comedy (kinda), USAmerican movie, Some Like It Hot (1959), written by Billy Wilder and I.A.L. Diamond (from stories suggested by R. Thoeren and M. Logan), and starring Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis, and Jack Lemmon.

She says she loves the ones who play the sax
and, bitterly, she knows she’s in their thrall.
But now, in sweet escape, she finds that all
her wonder is encompassed in cold facts,
because it’s not the instrument that lacks
it’s her, existing dimly, sipping gall,
anticipating some or other fall,
while hope remains a glimmer in the packs.

If peace is what she’s seeking, heaven knows
she’ll never find it, playing with a band,
and millionaires don’t drop out of the sky.
So she’ll confide, and cross her fingers, grow
in confidence, while all this time a man
is lurking, as a perfect, single spy.

- FAR

Still from the movie via the New York Times

If you have access to MGM+, you can watch the 2:01 long, English language movie here. Content warnings include: gang violence, Prohibition, alcoholism, and misogyny. Let us know what you thought if you’ve seen it!

#10 - Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

This poem was inspired by Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) directed and written by Céline Sciamma. This is the first one on my list that I’ve actually seen, and it was a joy to use the themes of the film as a jumping off point for a poem. However, in thinking about a lady under water, I was also drawing on a short film called The Deepest Dance by André Musgrove and Ariadna Hafez, and the last book I read, Private Rites by Julia Armfield. 

Content note: Poem contains references to drowning. 

#10 – Portrait of a Lady Under Water

The day is shaking loose around its joins: 

the storm is breaking, making for the shore.

As raindrops fall like fractious, freezing coins,

all warnings lost in tempest’s surge and soar. 

My footing slips, I stumble from the quay;

the ocean swells around me, like a spell.

My burning lungs a painful augury 

of life and death in perfect parallel.

The world a blue and bruising monochrome

submerged between the surface and the deep,

I feel at once tenacious and alone, 

I feel the overwhelming urge for sleep.

And, though the lights around are growing dim,

I gather all my courage, and I swim.

LM 

Image via Unsplash

#9 - Joy In Ashes

 La Regle Du Jeu, 1939

Some games are more for playing than for winning

the rules are there to gently guide the fun

to leave the players satisfied and grinning

enjoyment trumping prizing who has won

this take of mine – more sinned against than sinning –

once had monopoly (forgive the pun)

the golden rule, writ large from the beginning

an infant maxim, taught to everyone:

 

It’s not the winning, but the taking part!

consoling oft, to mitigate the tears,

as toddlers meet and greet their maiden loss;

and worth repeating to those grumpy farts

whose jealous, urn-ward glances last for years –

it’s much more fun when one don’t give a toss.

AWB

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#8 - Door of No Return

(Russell J Turner)

This year we are using films from the Sight and Sound 2022 list as prompts

Second up from me is Djibril Diop Mambéty’s Touki Bouki (1973 - #66), primarily influenced by my own visit to Senegal and Dakar about thirty years ago, particularly Île de Gorée and Maison des Esclaves (plus a small anachronistic nod to the Paris-Dakar)

The road to Paris ploughs through seas and schemes ‒
this motorbike won’t navigate those sands
whose shifting currents hide the whispered lands.
As ships sail out to all the world’s extremes
not far from Gorée’s echoed age-old screams,
where memory and monument still stands
to mark the manacles and fiery brands
that bled to manifest another’s dreams

Within the embassies we wait and yearn
for slips of paper worth their weight in gold,
as dimly then distinctly we discern
hyenas that bamboozle, thieve and burn
foundations of the constructs we’ve been sold ‒
illusions of departure and return

RJT

#7 - A Ragged Train

Fay Roberts’s second sonnet this year is inspired by Satyajit Ray’s groundbreaking novel adaptation: Bengali movie, Pather Panchali (1955), written by Bibhutibhushan Bandyopadhyay (author of the autobiographical novel) and Satyajit Ray, and starring Kanu Bannerjee, Karuna Bannerjee, Sarbojaya Ray, Chunibala Devi, Uma Das Gupta, and Subir Banerjee.

A mother’s worries never seem to end,
and father’s dreams are solipsistic, vast,
so what is she to do but scrape and mend,
and cling to hopes betrothed to class and caste?

A web of obligations resonates
in sickness and in health, and dimly lit.
As seasons come and go, she numbly waits,
her daughter not content to fret and sit.

She runs, and climbs, and perturbates, and cares,
and swears that she will never be a wife.
And what’s the punishment for she who dares
the crime of wanting better for her life?

You’ll find out, being hitched to faulty stars,
what disappointing creatures poets are.

Image of Karuna Bannerjee as Sarbojaya Ray from the Cinematograph review

If you have access to Wikipedia, you can watch the 2:04 long, Bengali language movie here (or on Amazon Prime with very different subtitles and worse image quality). Content warnings include: poverty, death, casual family violence. Let us know what you thought if you’ve seen it!