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.

Friday, May 28, 2010

the iron cross

ok so maybe I squawk a bit
but it's all those sycophants
that drive me crazy
showing up in their virtual cadillacs
shining fenders kissing ass
an elite gymnastic club
that could've been applauded
for unusual flexibility
if it wasn't for the fact
that they bury heads
in polyvinyl safety mats

you see real beef
is made of iron
draconian iron
hung like an effigy
for impailed super-egos
baring nipples
to flourescent light
dangling stinky feet
and precariously high

and the reward
for being able to sustain
the position
is persona non grata
abject poverty
and c-spine [med.] (possibly)


'cause they only pay
for carbon copies of the Dalai Lama
intravenous feeds to lovesic addicts
and type AB blood (if you're dead)

real beef is made of iron babee
that's the way it is

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.