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.

Monday, June 21, 2010

..oh, tHAt kind of peace

the percussive
slap and twang
the squeaking and
index finger
daisies lining up
along the bar-rail
duped and
but infectious,
could've almost
been Arlo
except for
the designer

back then it was only a childish revival for me
the rebellious mid-range of a vintage Rhodes
playing Woodstock in another town, long after
the notion of being proactive, peace and love
just a faddish remake taking place every now
and then outside of Toronto, and the barrios at
El Avila the only thing sliding in the mud,
the only electric anthem played, seared the
spires of Baghdad

and I wanted to tell the guy
it's already been done
we tried that and it didn't
but the acoustic thump
like tribal code to a silent army
the petalled tiaras
untamed carrot locks
young and creamy skin
and ...


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.