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.
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
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.