A Disciple Of Deities Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

My poetic reel of my chief teachers in cinema, Guerra, Razlogov and others. flic.kr/p/2np3Xy1
There also sound my Italian stanzas (at Sicilian accent) devoted to Pazzolini, Bertolucci and Visconti, my best screen narrators. By Anna Polibina-Polansky, a lyric filmmaker.
'My tonality involves a range of dimensions; verbality and screen are eternal rivals and co-workers at the battlefield of aesthetic genres. I can elaborate any plot at presence of my intonation, ever surpassed by the essence of the fluent, changing life. We spiritually exist under the terms of joy and pang, but their shades are multiplying with our growing sensitive memory. We belong to the metaphors of being, we obey them. Parallels and allegories may intrude into any factual dimension; hyperboles blissfully exceed our vision, no matter how crucial and edgy they are. The soul is potentially angelic and victimised to the crude environment. We are left to remain authors for our exciting narration. We are doomed for metaphors as repeating protagonists of the Italian cinema; our precise plots are of vapory, scarcely caught nuances that make the screen existence, detalized and somewhat worthy, replacing the tedious, abandoned, forsaken, secluded materia of the life. We are expelled from the very need to aesthetically conclude of the daily life; we are overfilled, tossed into abundance of devices, morally sufficed. Our spirit is held at celestial realms, tamed and embarrassed with the unworthy prior rows of senseless instants. Now we are authors for somewhat being. Tonalities are more invincible than mere phrasing'. By Anna Polibina-Polansky, Moscow; June,2022.