Tag Archives: Cinematic Poems

“The Glint”: Cinematic Poem Short Film Promo For Comete Motorcycles By Mathieu Maury (2014)

“The Glint” is a Cinematic Poem Short Film Promo for Guillaume Drapier, Founder of Comete Motorcycles Directed by Mathieu Maury.

Edited and Directed By:   Mathieu Maury

Cinematographers : Romain Decomble, Eudes Quittelier
Color Grading : Eudes Quittelier
Text : Lise Beuve
Narrator : Paul Bandey
Music : A.Taylor – Nostalgia
Mixing: Jesse James Rosquin – Studio Apollon XIII
Actor : Guillaume Drapier


Narration :

“There is a light that never goes out.   It dwells deep inside us, giving us motivation and shaping our path.
That light is the flicker of creation.
The spark of an idea.
The outline of a design.
It is the desire that stokes our passions and makes us strive to go further.
This internal fire feeds our dreams and puts a glint in our eye.
It is the energy that ignites our creativity.
It tills the land.
It shapes and gives life to the medium being crafted.
Every creation is imbued with the being that created it, as if the medium is breathing in the spirit of the craftsman.
Isn’t that the most beautiful way of leaving a trace of our existence, of our time on this earth?
To create is the only way to traverse time, to wander through the ages.
It is the only way to become immortal, to be infinite.
If this light goes out, we die.”


Website:  http://maisoncarnot.com/

“Earth – The Pale Blue Dot”: Cinematic Time-Lapse Short Film With Readings By Carl Sagan Directed By Michael Marantz (2011)

Short Film featuring edited readings from Carl Sagan’s “Pale Blue Dot”.  Time lapse images taken in Mexico and Utah.

Filmed, Edited And Directed By:  Michael Marantz

Voice Of:  Carl Sagan

Original Music Composed By:  Michael Marantz

Website:  http://michaelmarantz.com/short/earth-the-pale-blue-dot/

“The Wasteland”: Experimental Animated Short Film Of T.S. Eliot Poem Directed By Luca Schenato (2010)

An Experimental short film about visual interpretation of T.S.Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland.

Director and Animator:   Luca Schenato

Music By:   Serkan Alkan

“Luca has tried to visualize the multilayers of meanings and images of the original poem. The style is based on 3D characters mixed with 2D illustration and blended together in cell animation”.

From posting:  http://www.motionserved.com/gallery/The-Wasteland/951491

“Sochi Winter Olympics 2014 – Curling”: Cinematic Poem Promotional Film For BBC Sport Directed By Jason Devine (2014)

The Olympic sport of curling was born in Scotland. The stones forged from granite found on Ailsa Craig.

‘Curling, the sport of a silence broken beautifully’.

Directed By :  Jason Devine
Post Production :  Intro in-house team
3D Animation :  Chris White

To launch curling during the Winter Olympics Intro created a film which brings the viewer to the Scottish wilderness. Beginning on the waters of a summer loch, the beauty is transformed by an engulfing harsh Winter.

The ‘soundtrack of silence’ is broken by the rumble of granite as a curling stone glides across the ice.

Unique camera angles and super slow motion effects created by the intro team help connect the viewer to a sport that dates back to the 16th century.


“The Wind Between The Stars”: A Short Film Featuring Writer Nic Pizzolatto Directed By Willem Martinot (2014)

“The Wind Between The Stars” is a Short Film Featuring Writer Nic Pizzolatto filmed in Cascais, Portugal and Directed By Willem Martinot.

Filmed, Edited and Directed By:   Willem Martinot

Sermon written by:   Nic Pizzolatto (From HBO series “True Detective”)

Read By:  Shea Whigham

Music Composed By:  Cliff Martinez ( “My Name On A Car”
from the movie “Drive”)

Website:  http://limestonepictures.nl

“Two Worlds”: Cinematic Commerical Featuring Leonard Cohen Poem For Sony 3D Directed By Arev Manoukian (2011)

“3D World” Created by Sony cinema commercial.

Director: Arev Manoukian
Production Company: Spy Films
Cinematographer: Bojan Bazelli
Music: Clint Mansell (Black Swan, Requiem For A Dream)

Original poem, ‘That’s What I Heard You Say’, written and read by Leonard Cohen.

Don’t matter if the road is long
Don’t matter if it’s steep
Don’t matter if the page is gone 
It’s written that we’ll meet. 
I loved you when you opened
like a lily to the heat
and I love you when it closes
a thousand kisses deep.

I know you had to lie to me 
I know you had to cheat 
You learned it on your father’s knee 
and at your mother’s feet.
But did you have to fight your way 
across the burning street 
where all our vital interests lay 
a thousand kisses deep…

“Dernière Nuit”: Experimental Short Film Inspired By 1973 Poem Directed By Dessil Basmadjian (2012)

‘Dernière Nuit’ is an experimental short film by Dessil Basmadjian, inspired by a 1973 poem of Garig Basmadjian, depicting the end of the world.

Directed By:  Dessil Basmadjian

Produced By:  Gilles De Selva

Narrated By:  Ardag Basmadjian

Earth is overwhelmed by mankind’s obsession with destruction. This Final Night will end our planet’s ordeal by triggering the showdown between humanity’s actions and consequences.

With this 2012 film, Dessil Basmadjian, a director currently working between Los Angeles and Paris – where he sets the action – pays tribute to his father, whose disappearance in Moscow back in 1989 still remains a mystery…


“Arte Poética”: A Creative Short Film On The Poetry Of Jorge Luis Borges By Neels Castillon (2012)

Arte Poética …a journey into the poetry of Jorge Luis Borges.

Directed and Edited By:   Neels Castillon
Filmed By:   Kévin Michel
Music by Yann Rouquet – soundcloud.com/yannscott

“Arte Poética” ~ A Poem by Jorge Luis Borges

To look at the river made of time and water
And remember that time is another river,
To know that we are lost like the river
And that faces dissolve like water.

To be aware that waking dreams it is not asleep
While it is another dream, and that the death
That our flesh goes in fear of is that death
Which comes every night and is called sleep.

To see in the day or in the year a symbol
Of the days of man and of his years,
To transmute the outrage of the years
Into a music, a murmur of voices, and a symbol,

To see in death sleep, and in the sunset
A sad goldsuch is poetry,
Which is immortal and poor. Poetry
returns like the dawn and the sunset.

At times in the evenings a face
Looks at us out of the depths of a mirror;
Art should be like that mirror
Which reveals to us our own face.

They say that Ulysses, sated with marvels,
Wept tears of love at the sight of his Ithaca,
Green and humble. Art is that Ithaca
Of green eternity, not of marvels.

It is also like the river with no end
That flows and remains and is the mirror of one same
Inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same
And is another, like the river with no end.

Article on the making of short film:  http://lightsfilmschool.com/blog/finding-a-story-in-spontaneous-moments/2543/


“A Road Through The Woods”: Short Film Inspired By Rudyard Kipling Poem Directed By Jeremy R. Roberts (2012)

Inspired by a Rudyard Kipling poem, this ultra-short film, a meditation on road reclamation in wild landscapes is a work of art in and of itself.

Written, Filmed and Edited By:  Jeremy R. Roberts

Read By:   Will Tilton

Conservation Media focuses exclusively on communicating conservation science through film, photography, writing and other modes. We also offer training workshops that empower conservation scientists to communicate their own stories to the media and the public — stories that stick.

Website:  http://conservationmedia.com/


“San Francisco Howlin’ “: Creative Short Film Featuring Poem By Allen Ginsberg Directed By Matthias Zierau (2011)

Short Film shot in San Francisco, California .

Filmed and Edited By:  Matthias Zierau

Voice Over:    Allen Ginsberg citing from his poem “Howl”
Music:    Barrie Gledden & Chris Bussey


By Allen Ginsberg 1926–1997

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo…