a note from the poet

Bernard believes expression should not be inhibited by form and reflect honestly, though enjoying a wide scope of appreciation for the many shapes the art provides, it is a personal mandate of his to increase readership for contemporary poetry by encouraging more organically formed and conversational text that reacts to and captures everyday events. He is the founder of two online sites, 'The Ink Blot' and 'The Cartier Street Review' where artists can submit their contemporary art and poetry for publication and feedback.

Bernard Alain has been published and/or featured in a few online journals recently such as the Orange Room Review, Madswirl, Pirene's Fountain, Mississippi Crow Magazine/RiverMuse Press, International Poet, The World Poets Society Electronic Catalog, Bywords, Bywords Quarterly Journal, Smoking Book and others with an upcoming publication in Wood Coin.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

just across the street

A paramedic vehicle, a rescue truck and fire truck all
converged on Minto Park, they were reviving someone,
an entire emergency system converging. She was diabetic
I was sure, they were prodding her lips with something
sweet. During the week activists lined-up along the
cobblestone, megaphones blaring on behalf of abuse, and
I really liked the poets and how they spoke of how we
evolve and unevolve, so evolved they are. And the
telephone pole today is plastered with a new ad, one
of the local churches holding a special service for cats
and dogs as long you are willing to leash them (oh joy,
I thought). Closer to where I live, where the recycle bins
are picked up there is a guy with baseball cap fishing
through the bottles to buy a pack of cigarettes. I don't
talk to him, I don't dislike him, maybe I dislike more what
it is he has to do, and maybe that I would only help
someone who agreed to help themselves ... I don't know,
you would think the sirens, the megaphones and the
cathedrals were miles away today, maybe that's what's
bothering me.

Shopping Mall Playland

This is one of Don Schaeffer's most recent posters, the text is hard to read so I have typed it out for you below:

Shopping Mall Playland

even mid-winter light
is rosey and deep
in the place
where shapes
don't challenge

small globular people
roll on orbular color
under mild eyes
floating on
flowing songs.

Diane Recapitulated

Above is a poster selected from the upcoming 'The Notes of a Digital Ghost' collection by Don Schaeffer, the words on the poster are hard to read in this resolution so I have provided the text below:

Diane Recapitulated

So heavy 
when she lifts herself 
from the electric 
legs into a flesh and blood chair. 

"This damn corpus," came 
into my mind from hers. But then 
her face opened at the corners of her broad mouth, 
like a deep Irish red-head. 

And she could dance 
memories of Diane 
next door in our Pennsylvania days, 
before we found paradise.

*Don's blog is listed on the right along with some other favorites.