Uvi Poznansky's Blog, page 12
November 3, 2023
Review: Coma is an eye-opener!
Gerald Elias has been leading a double life. His award-winning Daniel Jacobus mystery series is set in the dark corners of the classical music world, of which Gerald Elias is intimately familiar as a former violinist with the Boston Symphony, associate concertmaster of the Utah Symphony and as a conductor, composer, and teacher. I am thrilled to find his review of Coma Confidential:
Gerald Elias5.0 out of 5 stars Coma is an eye-opener!Reviewed in the United States on October 23, 2023
Uvi Poznansky has chosen a unique perspective for Ash, her protagonist in this page-turning thriller, that of a woman in a coma, unable to communicate, and she pulls off this daredevil feat with convincing elan.We find Ash in a hospital bed, clinging to life by a thread and innumerable medical devices. Little by little she becomes fully cognizant of her surroundings and the reason for her being there, a brutal assault in her own apartment. She shares her thought processes with us, the readers, and we quickly become appreciative of her pluck and her ingenuity, ultimately, and against all odds, turning the tables on evil mastermind that brought her to dire straits.
For thriller lovers seeking something different and engaging, wake up to Coma!
October 28, 2023
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October 25, 2023
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October 22, 2023
Tango: Oh my darling, now your weight I must shlep
This is an animation I created for my poem, Tango. The narrators are the amazing Sarah Mallery (AKA S.R. Mallery) and the incredible voice artist Paul McSorley -- thank you so much for the humor and the voice!
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No more idle time and no more blues!
I’ll curl up my mustache, put on dancing shoes
I need someone — you? — whose heart I can steal
For Heaven's sake, don't make me kneel
She
I dabbed some perfume just under my ear
As soon as I laid eyes on you, dear
You move with panache, with such elegant flair
I adore your bald spot, your dwindling hair
He
Yes, I think of myself as a dashing young man
No surprise you came over as the music began
My aftershave is intoxicating, I am in such bliss
As I lean over, shall I give you a kiss?
She
I painted my lips, put a rose in my hair
My bosom is plump, my arms are bare,
As I cling to you — what a tall gentleman! —
Can you hear my heart? Hold me tight if you can
He
I sway on my feet, then leap into the air
Come tango with me—if only you dare
Hang on my arm, let me lead step by step
Oh my darling, now your weight I must shlep
October 21, 2023
Come tango with me, if only you dare
This snippet took me four days to produce, because of the complexity of the movement.
Stay tuned for the final animation, all the snippets put together for a full two-minute production...
September 24, 2023
And that's how their tango begins
And that's how their tango begins -- he holds up his hand inviting her to join...
A snippet of my upcoming animation.... Stay tuned.
September 21, 2023
Guided by nothing but an instinct to survive, farther and farther away from home
The sun rises in front of the wagons, and sets behind them. Towns appear and disappear. Rivers pass by, then forests, brick houses, motels. In Minsk they stop. He finds the three-story hotel quite fascinating at first, especially the curved rail of the staircase, which is meant, no doubt, for sliding down and yelling at the top of your voice. Of course, landing down on your butt, he finds out, is an entirely different matter—and so is the harsh, unforgiving look cast down at him by the hotelkeeper.
They settle down for the night. In the rented room, his mommy blesses the Sabbath candles. Her hands are tightly clasped, her eyes closed. And early the next morning they mount the wagon again, and the journey goes on in the dim light, guided by nothing but an instinct to survive, farther and farther away from home. Squinting at the rising sun, Zeev finds it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. His mind is going numb listening to the wheels as they spin and turn, spin and turn, beating incessantly against the mud.
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September 8, 2023
I love your bald spot, your dwindling hair
So this is a snippet for my animation, Tango, which is based on a series of my clay sculptures, featuring a middle-aged man who dances with a different girl in each of the sculptures. Here, she whispers to him, in her most sexy, throaty intonation, "I love your bald spot, your dwindling hair..."
Her voice will be narrated for the animation by Sarah Mallery, also known as S.R. Mallery. in different phases of her life she's been a singer, a composer, a calligrapher, a quilt artist, and an ESL/Reading teacher. Nowadays she's a USA Today Bestselling Author and a longtime friend of mine. I'm thrilled to incorporate her voice in this animation. Stay tuned...
August 25, 2023
Then the traveller in the dark... Thanks you for your tiny spark
I go on to tell him that I knew the old woman who used to occupy this bed. He seems to be listening, so I start drawing from memory how, on my first visit here, she would hunch her shoulders over her empty hands, and lift her head to gape at me, and how her mouth would breathe slowly into the air:
Then the traveller in the dark... Thanks you for your tiny spark... He could not see... Which way to go... If you did not twinkle so...
I sing these words for him, with a voice that is thin and barely audible, just like hers used to be. And I hope that it brings to his mind the musical mobile I have seen, in the window back home, hung between one blind and another. I hope he can fall asleep now, dreaming of reaching up, of pulling that string, to make the plush animals turn around, and go flying overhead faster and faster till all is a blur, to the sound of that silvery note, which is chiming, chiming, chiming, as if to announce a moment of birth.
Afterwards, I cannot figure out for certain at what point my voice has trailed off, leaving me lost in a jumble of memories, fearful to open my eyes, fearful to glance at my watch, to figure out the moment, the exact moment when I have realized that I am alone.
All I know is that somewhere along its arc, the light has crawled across the wall and leapt onto their pillow, and it is resting there now, on his open eyelids.
It is a fairly strong light now, a glare that can blind you if you look directly into it, which strangely he seems to be doing. So I rise to my feet to pull the curtain shut, and then, in spite of myself, I glance at him. His chest barely rises.
He lays there, having wrapped himself in my mother’s arms, his eyelashes still somewhat aflutter, his hands still shivering slightly over his heart, his face pale, nearly blue, and I know that if I would leave him at this moment to go look for Martha, the care giver, it would be over. Dad would be gone by the time I rush back.
So I draw closer and stand there, behind the head of the bed, over my sleeping mother. From this angle, his ribs seem to move—but I think it is because of her body clinging to him, and because of her breathing, which is so deep and so peaceful. I lean over her arms to take his hands in mine, absorbing his shiver, taking it into my flesh, until finally it dies down.
And the light, growing even brighter, washes his face, till all that is left is a smile, frozen.
"Few authors would be able to pull off the manner in which the apparent polar opposites of Ben and Anita begin to bond... but Poznansky has the visual and verbal and architectural skills to create this maze and guide us through it." - Grady Harp, HALL OF FAME reviewer
August 24, 2023
A lady's man
This guy -- a lady man, for sure -- is going to star in my next animation. Stay tuned!
