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, May 6, 2009

on tampering with logic


today I got slapped in the face by the wooden handle
of a gardening tamper while trying to repair a laneway,
my cheekbone started to swell and bruising marks
began to appear and I didn't rush off to the
doctor's office or the nearest emergency room I
just kept on stoking a bag of domestic blacktop
waiting for the pain to die away and my right
eye to clear up
and I remember thinking later on
with the big five-O around the corner
that maybe I'd already begun the mellow journey,
willing to endure a bit of the 'rough stock' maybe
for the sake of simplicity
and then the phone rings and I tell
a telemarketing rep to
get lost for umteenth time,
that I don't want the (free) trip
I won to the Carribean and
that if he'd spent more time with
his kids instead of making these
annoying calls we'd both be
much happier and I'd get some
work done
and as I hang up I realize
that I haven't mellowed at all
and that pain is only old hat as long as you think
your limbs can hack it
and that when my knees finally do give out
I'd rather be filling potholes,
not leaning against a kitchen wall
listening
to another mind@?#!!ing script

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.