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, October 30, 2010

the veritable excursions


we don't have possesions
just attachments
equity eventually redeemed
for the boarding passes
of a shipless cruise
destiny a port
not totally in view
until the last
leg

and the euphoria of endless
free camels and bacardi
dissipate
as exotic dreams
and travel hype
bury themselves in
the commonness of
baking sand
and photogenic
palms
you'll have the same
as everybody else
when you finally lie down
the deepest of tans
won't stay with you

and living
is the risqué
of a double-entendre
the unexpected sequel
of unraveling fiction
the intellection
of wide-eyed amibition
and whimsical
dreamscapes

and tonite
the protagonist
Henry Pelham
a berry pickin' pro
a mogul expert in the science of the
slopes, nurturer of bunker crops
and breaking boughs
and I stretch again
for the next notch in the vine
a drunken swivel
of red tape leading up
to imaginary blue skies
(or
maybe to an imaginary certificate
of full performance
or
maybe an imaginary vineyard of crashing jets
and tabloid paparazzi
who knows ...*!)
surrender to a bouquet
of fermenting rare
(but still pickable)
picks

last week it was my brother Tom two eggs
over easy at Moe's
the Elvis paraphernalia on the tavern walls
overdone and spicy but the conversation
simmering and palatable

this morning it was danishes
and upgraded bandwidth
thunder and rain periodic
the dish outside on track as a brandless mouse
scaled the face of virtual nirvana

later on it'll be Rickard's Red
and sirloin tip with my son and fiance
and we'll probably talk about silly things like poetry
and dream homes, other fictitious structures
and I'll pick up the tab make another
installment against my future cruise to paradise
knowing, as in most destination packages
even though the price of the hype seems out of reach,
the blowing smoke and bottomless jugs
will somehow be accounted for
in the cost of the plan

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.