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, June 19, 2010

when the U and I are miles apart

she was surprised as hell
when John told her his brother might've
skied Mount Fuji and she was quick to point out
how dreamy the islands might look
while peering down through the clouds,
the resistance of a corporate being
maybe, wanting to elevate her preconceptions,
flee the mundane long enough to kill the
obvious but not long enough to test
the steepness
and again substance driven
like unwanted white snow
further into obscurity

and John, shattered like stalagmite might
after the red rocks in Colorado,
the next natural phenomenom blade
grooming or retarring, maybe Hummers
with a roofrack to get away from the
outrightly rocky but never slipping away
to Aspen

and escape becomes relative
with the random knocks
of more spontaneous being
spitting up in the wheel wells
as lapping bus tires drown a

roadworthiness a question of
and even though John really didn't ski

sure she meant Fiji
another kind of trap

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.