Poet Republik–Jean-Noel Chazelle
This month’s Poet Republik feature is a poem from Jean-Noel Chazelle’s second collection of poetry, Pearl Eye Medium/Perle Oeil Medium. Poet Republik Ltd. is proud to publish this second collection in a bilingual translation. Jean-Noel is already an accomplished artist whose paintings have been exhibited around the globe. Below is a sampling of the outstanding poetry in this collection. You can see the influence of his painterly mind in the lush images in his poetry. Enjoy!
Sous tes mains
Le plein te fascine
Nage à la surface du miroir
l’étendue du désir se dérobe sous
tes mains
Under your hands
The immense fascinates you.
Swimming on the mirror surface
the extent of desire slips away from
your hands
Jean Noel Chazelle is a French Artist living in Montmartre PARIS. He works on multiple support (Painting, Sculpture, Performance, Installation) and various media (Photo, Movie, Sound). After 7 years of performances in Cledalique Gallery created by Salvador Dali and Miette in Cadaques in the north of Spain, following the encouragement of Teeny Duchamp he re-turned to painting and begun to experiment the acrylic paint on plexiglass in 1997. He went to the state after his first exhibition at Sacha Tarass of who associated him with Support Surface. Jean Noel has a Museum in Massachussetts, Noama witch places on front of MassMoca. He as integrated numerous collections: the one of the DeRosa family that belongs to Guggenheim, the collection of Bob and Mary Decelles in Miami , the collection of Bo Peabody in NY, the collection of Carole Levy in Los Angeles, the one of Joel Cohen, Claude Klotz in Paris. He was the last Artist that Joseph Nahmad has collected. Pearl Eye Medium is the his second collection in this limited edition trilogy by Jean Noel and published by Poet Republik Ltd.
“Jean Noel Chazelle’s Pearl Eye Medium showcases a collection of jewel-like vignettes, compressed stories expressed in exquisite, resonant language and surprising images that linger in the reader’s imagination and soul. These poems startle with their originality and beauty, offer echoes of magic and myth.”– Dr. Jennifer Lagier Fellguth, editor of the Monterey Poetry Review.
Goosebumps
Leaves fall gracefully
onto the cold cement
It welcomes its cover
The wind begins to echo
its harsh blows
Warmth removed
My body now shivers
Happiness.
Sunlight caresses her face with its warmth,
A creature full of life.
The wind plays with her hair softly,
Joy is inevitable, a burst of bright light.
V.Saldana
Feet sink deep into the dirt
Roots spread underground
Torso extended, reaching, stretching
Trunk expanding, ever growing
Arms extended up and out
Branches long reaching for the sun
Hair blowing in the wind
Leaves rustling through the breeze
Elbows are a blunt weapon that can knock a man down. Elbows hide a funny bone to laugh at your whimsical jokes. Tough, they are the first to take a fall, bruise, and cut. Yet they can bleed for days when jabbed from a wrong angle. Elbows–my ego, my pride. You are the scar-covered partner of my younger days.
The taste on my buds
is a bitter, sour, salty
one. Can hardly forget
the emotion that comes along
I should turn off my brain,
So I could be cold.
Now that is experience
from somebody old.
Hear ur shoulders.
Listen to ur gut.
Be all ears,
to the hair that sticks up.
Looking for a dream, he travels through a sea of sand. The sand is so hot that his feet are bursting, he lifted his eyes and saw an oasis of water. He rubbed his eyes, was it a mirage or was there water in this sea of sand. He had been walking for days in search of this dream, the food and water he had were already gone. He thought to himself was it worth it, but he remembered those beautiful blue eyes her smile and continued. Every single second of this journey is worth it, if it means a better life and happiness for that little angel that he left behind.
The human body is the feeling of wonder. It all comes with the small things of the human body. Wide eyes when you see the heaven change colors. It’s in the way that your flesh breaks out in goosebumps when you hear the first notes of a masterpiece. Or in the way that your heart stutters in your chest when you feel something overwhelmingly pure. The human body is a wonder with gasps, cries, screams, moans, whispers, and laughs. There is nothing more wonderful than the body and its handle of wonder. Such a simple emotion with such a strength over our bodies.
Our heart is an engine,
And our feet move the earth.
Like putty,
We move the ground to where we need to be,
Guided by the sound of our heartbeat.
Chills run through my body.
Outside, it smells like fresh rain.
The weather is gloomy
And there are no leaves on the trees.
Winter is supposed to be a merry season
Filled with joy and happiness,
But outside
Its filled with sorrow and sadness.
C.S
Chills run through my body.
Outside, it smells like fresh rain.
The weather is gloomy
And there are no leaves on the trees.
Winter is supposed to be a merry season
Filled with joy and happiness,
But outside
Its filled with sorrow and sadness.
C.Solano
We carry our emotions within the fierceness of our eyes
The anger
The sadness
They pierce through,
And yet they keep asking if we are fine.
They glisten with sadness
They sparkle with excitement
They are the windows to the soul
Plunging down a deep dark hole.
A. Rincon
Roaring winds and timid shivers
A drumming heart lays awake.
The storm lingers in the night
A ghosting wind echoes in my ears.
When will I find peace
Rosy cheeks
Prickled thorns
Petals are torn
Falling gracelessly onto
The wet dewy grass
Trampled on
By all who pass
Wake up in the morning.
Get out of bed.
What day is it?
It’s noon now.
I eat lunch.
What time is it?
It’s dark out.
Where did the time go?
Blurry vision
I try to make out
Without glasses
Just a blob
Must focus harder
Where could they be?
Waiting, as time drips by
Seeing my reflection in the puddle of wasted time
Eyes encompassing doubt
Knowing you won’t come back
But my heart holds on to a seed of faith
Knowing that you were once mine
I. Sims
Blood boiling: angry fire flooding to ever corner,
Every muscle tensed, wanting to fight,
Jaw clenched, glaring at the world,
Silently waiting for the dam to break.
Howling wind sends a shudder down my spine,
Temperatures so chilling my breath creates clouds.
Pacing faster to create warmth and comfort,
Ultimately fear has my feet frozen still.
Frigid stone where cries echo
shackles chime in unison
rusted bars that cut flesh
four walls peppered with fractures
a merciless sentence
doomed to obey
Lonely days
Lonely nights
Windy days
Pouring rain
And your still alone