02-27-2022, 03:19 AM
(02-25-2022, 05:08 PM)RiverNotch Wrote: AndreiI watched Andrei Rublev many years ago. I've never been able to watch it again, though I've tried several times, because the cruelties depicted are just too much for me. I did skim the plot in Wikipedia just to refresh my memory. I think your poem is an interesting approach to the film and to the character of Andrei. I think adding more about his art would be good for the poem.
Tarkovsky's Rublev Perhaps mention Tarkovsky in the title, so this doesn't need to be repeated. I don't think the repetition really adds to the poem.
painted frescoes at the monastery
of St. Andronik in Moscow
but few of them survived
the Revolution.
Tarkovsky's Rublev I'd start with this stanza, leaving the above stanza to the end.
observed that the history
of the Slavs is all suffering,
that the Christ was cruel
to leave so many people
like the Ever-Virgin
or St. Ivan the Theologian
behind, so his mentor these lines confuse me, probably because I just don't remember or know who you are referring to, but also because, in a way, Christ left us all behind
Theophan warned him
to be wary of his watching.
Tarkovsky's Rublev
implored the naked pagans
who caught him as he stumbled
through their revels at the eve
of the Feast of St. Ivan
the Forerunner to hang him
head down, he was not worthy
of the same cross as the Christ,
and a woman moved by wonder
kissed him, let him go.
Tarkovsky's Rublev
mourned snow falling
in a church while conversing
with the ghost of Theophan
and vowed never to speak
again after he'd driven
an axe through the skull
of a Slav who tried to rape
a fellow Slav, a Fool-for-Christ. This stanza seems out of order, like it should be after the next one.
Tarkovsky's Rublev
watched the boyar's men ride
down the pagans come morning
and could do naught but hide
his young student's eyes,
until he broke his silence Perhaps some explanation why this event caused him to break his literal/artistic silence.
when a bell on its first striking
rang out clearly, did not crack,
and the boy the boyar hired
to lead its casting fell down weeping
on the mud by his side.
Tarkovsky's Rublev
painted frescoes at the monastery
of St. Andronik, his home,
but few of them survived
the Revolution.

