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 14, 2009

for the last time I DON'T WANT TO BE SAVED



"o ... with all due respect" he says
"this is not the way to get popular"

and he's taken
the time to tell me he isn't
offended by the fact that he's offended,
the all-accepting yet somehow descriminating
artiste who's gonna save me from
the perils of obscurity
open my eyes

and he thinks I can't
read between the lines thinks I don't know that he thinks
everything I'm about comes from some slimey and suspicious
landside of inside deals, no regard
for what's due, a hierarchy
of hedenistic evil maybe
pooping out noxious grafitti
on the stipple
of concrete walls
like the way to go is
to be part of some animated forum
of opinionless cartoons with characters like pop-eye
and olive oil
helpless bulemics
infatuated by sailors
pumped-up on spinach

and maybe I am destined for obscurity
and maybe I'll tellya if you don't dig what I'm all about
then you might've just as well gone to the other side ---joined the others
but don't call it networking
call it birds of a feather or something more regal
so that when you fly with osprey class
into the bronze-like umber of some exotic sunset
you can be immortalized
among the other gods
remembered for who you wanted to be
not actually who you were

and don't be offended by the fact
that I think your an ass
it's only because I'm real and you're not
and that I could never be some fictitious 'toon
flexing a muscle to a june moon
pretending to be popular when in fact

all your friends
are as fictitious

as you

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.