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.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I rest my case




well ok I confess
today I ...

slept on your bed
barked at the mailman
left noseprints on the bay window
dragged the runner down the hallway
nibbled on your couch
defluffed a few pillows
chased that fuzzy little squirrel out back
watered your geraniums
knocked over a flower vase
emptied the kitchen garbage
ate that twenty in the money dish
crinkled your venetians
gnawed on your slippers

... and chewed on your remote (channel 7 still works)

there are few things I've left out
but we can discuss that later

more serious matters at hand

you're probably wondering what's going on
why my list of crimes seems so long

you see
it's not the mailman
that gets my goat
or freezing my nose
when the bay window's cold

not the hardwood echoes
of a cracking vase
or the chewing of plastic
ycchh! ... (such a bitter taste)

it's that idle feline
that's makin' me wild

that damn cat!



I rest my case

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
harmlessness
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.