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.
Lonely days
Lonely nights
Windy days
Pouring rain
And your still alone
My eyes are gone.
Everybody is laughing.
I don’t know what to do.
Where did they go?
Am I too blind,
to see the people,
talking behind my back?
I don’t know what to do even though I try to see
who it is.
My legs are trembling like a lamb
staring in the eyes of a Tiger.
I am too weak to fight off
their attacks.
My back is bent,
with teeth bared wide
When I am really
just dead inside.
I’m no stranger
to surprise.
You will see
the pain and suffering
of mine.
His sadness cried for help
The broken heart shook earth
She was the apple of his eye, his rock
The guardian angel sent from above
An endless night
He cried a river, it was a beautiful disaster
Suffocating
poetry is
an inhaler
i only need
when I can’t breath
on my own
Six of us sitting at a table
connected with a booth
taken by two.
Jr is sticking his tongue out at Millie,Millie’s lips are moving so fast
salive starts sprinkling out.
They think we can’t hear them,
the live band is playing. Jr reaches in his pocket for the car keys, that’s where he keeps his bottle opener. Millie’s lips wriggle and perk. she bends her brows, squints, glares and flairs her nostrils.
Body aching, back breaking
Sweat dripping down my face
Physically drained, heart full of joy
Instant love at the sight of you
With you in my arms we drift off to sleep.
J. Ramirez
Lately I’ve been losing sight of who I truly want to be. A ship without a captain, sailing on treacherous waters with no destination yet to be reached. A strong wind briefly keeps the ship on course but evidently knocks it down time after time. Waiting on the day where clear weather prevails and leads the ship to the culmination of its trek. Only he truly knows.
It begins with hands reenacting an earthquake
my heart pounding in subsequence
as the world begins to collapse around me.
My body grows heavy with the weight of anxiety
and I can’t stop the tears that begin to fall
as it becomes too much and I can’t breathe anymore.
Panic ensues and engulfs me in its flames
until there’s nothing left to do but cry in defeat in what remains when it subsides,
as I am left to cope with the hole of emptiness it leaves behind in my heart.
Trapped inside
Unable to scream
Unable to cry
My body heavy
As I lie on back
I see only the blur
He stands there
Taunting me
I’m my prison
All I can do is see
Observe the chaos
My minds creation
L.I.T.
Heart beating fast,
when I stand in front of the room.
Palms sweating,
as I nearly drop my cards.
I can feel the jitters in my throat
as I speak to the audience
Ears are filled with pain
Deaf to the sound of pity
A dark soul is what is left
Escaping a nightmare
Shivers with a cold sweat
I am the lightning and thunder that make rainy days worse.
I am what people feel when they lose someone.
The emotion that makes your heart shatter into many pieces.
I am what creeps through the hallways of a hospital,
What creeps as ghosts throughout the cemetery.
I am sadness.
G Cortez
An emerging sensation
from deep within the heart
begins to spread outwards,
resonating upwards
towards the human brain
poisoning all senses,
unable fight back.
The body suddenly feels heavy
as feelings of dread begins to
to cloud the mind.
All that is left is to wait for
the moment to pass.
Sparkling eyes,
Like beaming stars
Tells the story of a thousand men
Freedom, is what I read
It cages inside me
A clock that does not tick
The secret stuck in the binds
Alive but no heart beating
A cry that makes no sound
Machine that refuses to work
Time will make all things forget
Dived in head first,
Found myself sinking down into the depths of the earth
Holding in all of my emotions at the bottom of the ocean
My pain runs deep & you were supposed to be my savior
Instead, I realize you were the anchor
When it comes to love
I stay afloat
Never did she expect to see such betrayal on her 25th spring. Her eyes jumped out of their sockets when she saw him with her. That anaconda was swallowing him whole. She left that building with a flash. The hair on her cheeks were snakes. Her eyes flowed with tiny rivers. The sky cried in tune with her. Her hands were protective shields. Her heart was jumping out of her chest. Her mouth was a cave with a sad echo within. Her brain fell dead. Then all of a sudden she saw her angel who brightened up her storm.
Her stare felt like sunshine after a long cold winter
His returning smile exalted her senses as they united
Their minds become an eraser as they forget reality
Together as one at last.
Amazing vivid description, with such a small amount of words. Emotion true happiness can be felt on my end through reading this poem. It is heartwarming and satisfying. Great Job!
Amazing vivid description, with such a small amount of words. Emotion true happiness can be felt on my end through reading this poem. It is heartwarming and satisfying. Great Job!
Shivers creep down my spine
Making my face
Hands
Feet
Tingle and refuse to move
My breath, shallow
My heart, racing
I can not cry or scream or speak
My voice, broken
My body will not do as nature designed
Why do I get so scared?
Just as the night sky glitters with stars
Looming darkness creeps in the shadows
Your empty eyes; like an endless abyss
My body shivers like an animal
Your arms; tense and filled with anger
Will you not say goodbye?
Still, I look forward
To the day we will reunite in the starry sky