Sep 6 2019

Poet Republik–Jean-Noel Chazelle

This month’s Poet Republik feature is another poem from Jean-Noel Chazelle’s first collection of poetry, Le Sang de L’Étoile / Star-Blood. Poet Republik Ltd. is proud to publish his debut in a bilingual translation. Special thanks to Brooke Petersen for translating. 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!

Dédicace / Dedication

 

La Chrysalide de l infinie métamorphose permet à l

être Humain le passage

la projection exacte de ces peurs sur l écran de sa vie,

le reflet perdu retrouvé par narcisse

commence alors la danse sur l écume, le voyage épique,

le mythe est a portée de main

le vent sur la nuque, le feu naturellement reconquis.

 

The chrysalis of infinite metamorphosis

allows the human being to pass through.

The exact projection of these fears on the screen

of our lives, the lost reflection recovered by Narcissus.

Begin, then, a dance on the sea-foam, the epic voyage.

Myth is within the hand’s reach.

Wind on the neck’s nape, naturally-recaptured fire.

 

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 Tarassof who associated him with Support Surface. Jean Noel has a Museum in Massa-chussetts, 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 col-lection 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. Star-Blood marks his first collection of poetry by Poet Republik Ltd. in Berlin and California.

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53 Responses to Poet Republik–Jean-Noel Chazelle
  1. V. Valencia says:

    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

  2. Vanessa says:

    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

  3. M. Robinson says:

    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

  4. epark says:

    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.

  5. J Alejos says:

    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.

  6. HBurgoa says:

    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.

  7. E Melendez says:

    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.

  8. L. Orozco says:

    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.

  9. Christina Solano says:

    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

  10. Christina Solano says:

    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

  11. A. Rincon says:

    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

  12. S Serrano says:

    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

  13. V. Valencia says:

    Rosy cheeks
    Prickled thorns
    Petals are torn
    Falling gracelessly onto
    The wet dewy grass
    Trampled on
    By all who pass

  14. R. Lucio says:

    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?

  15. A. De Anda says:

    Blurry vision
    I try to make out
    Without glasses
    Just a blob
    Must focus harder
    Where could they be?

  16. P. Gomez says:

    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

  17. I. Sims says:

    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.

  18. A. Luera says:

    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.

  19. B Cruz says:

    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

  20. Mariana R. says:

    Lonely days
    Lonely nights
    Windy days
    Pouring rain
    And your still alone

  21. M. Ramos says:

    Lonely days
    Lonely nights
    Windy days
    Pouring rain
    And your still alone

  22. S. Barajas says:

    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.

  23. O. Parra says:

    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

  24. D Solis says:

    Suffocating
    poetry is
    an inhaler
    i only need
    when I can’t breath
    on my own

  25. J.Alejos says:

    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.

  26. Jessenia G Ramirez says:

    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

  27. gchavez says:

    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.

  28. Stephanie Monteagudo says:

    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.

  29. Linda Tapia says:

    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.

  30. R.Wells says:

    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

  31. S. Garcia says:

    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

  32. G Cortez says:

    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

  33. K Guo says:

    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.

  34. Aniijia Gaines says:

    Sparkling eyes,
    Like beaming stars
    Tells the story of a thousand men
    Freedom, is what I read

  35. K. Burton says:

    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

  36. N Vargas says:

    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

  37. L. Aragon says:

    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.

  38. EC says:

    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.

    • NC says:

      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!

  39. D. Bone says:

    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?

  40. JA says:

    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

  41. FE says:

    His legs felt weak again, this time like never before. They often suggested a visit to the doctor, but it would come and go so often he never deemed it necessary. Sometimes it wasn’t even his legs, but his arms. Other days his back. Still, he was never a physical person so it gave him no worries. It was when his dog ran away. When he was yelled at by his parents. When they eventually split up. And now, when he lost his friend.

  42. Nelson says:

    As dark as the night without its moon,
    The light faded and left nothing behind.
    Not even the wind could be heard,
    Nor understood a meaning or a sense of time.
    Trapped in the obis of thought.
    A void it has unfortunately become.
    Not a feeling can be felt,
    And every touch of heart becomes decaying and numb.
    Silence continuously roams my mind.
    Loneliness no longer is felt as a threat.
    Emotion runs dangerously low.
    A commonality it is and one to accept.

    NC

  43. M.Perez says:

    Countless years have passed

    My body is disintegrating

    Yet I continue to wait in bliss

    When I escape the present world

    And visit a strange place

    Where dreams ascend

  44. Anastasia A Cadena says:

    Toes are the first to hit the floor
    Rain or shine they have to make it through
    Some walk, some run, some fall and some stand still
    Some are ugly, some are fat, some are skinny and some are long
    Although they come in many shapes, sizes and move at different pace
    Each one has a fear of getting hurt through their walk
    ACadena

  45. CP says:

    Makeup covers up our flaws,
    As clothes covers our body,
    Whether we wear it or not,
    It makes us feel comfortable.

    Your face seems covered,
    As I wish to be covered in your arms,
    But you are not here,
    The diamond on my finger,
    Always reminds me you’re in my heart.

  46. MA says:

    The stars above are like glitter in the sky,
    The night so dark,
    The moon so bright,
    You take me in your arms and nothing matters more just the stars, the moon and you and I.

  47. DB says:

    If my hands were a little less sweaty and a little more confident, I would grab hers. She is sitting here next to me, smiling and looking down. I know she is talking but I can’t hear anything over the pounding of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears. She looks up at me, “Why are you staring at me?” “Because I have never wanted to kiss anyone more than I want to kiss you right now.” She leans in towards me, lips shining with gloss and closes her eyelids, eyelashes long and black. I lean in towards her and I swear, for just a moment, time stopped and we existed alone in this universe, infinite and indestructible. My soul had finally found its other half. I smiled at the thought.

  48. K.w says:

    It started as a rumble, a tremble
    From her toes onwards up
    Winding slowly through tissue,
    through sinew and cord
    Reaching and clawing
    Past a slowly expanding diaphragm
    Breathe in, breathe out
    He watched as he waited
    His form tense, black eyes examining
    Calculating, accessing
    A tremble so violently quiet
    he stood transfixed
    A fleeting glance to the side
    The tremble dying before it reached beautiful, hollow eyes
    Turning slowly she fades away
    And all he’ll be left with is silence

  49. L. Tacker says:

    Icy cold, fingers disappear
    Ribs a cage that keep everything together
    Curtains, the mind’s respite, block out the world
    Tapping drones on outside

  50. A. Rodriguez says:

    Lessons

    The human heart,
    One of many organs which supports life and can also end it,
    But the only one that can do both at the same time.
    Capable of sustaining life while making it feel like it’s over.
    The heart can pump blood and oxygen,
    And it can do so while broken.
    A true marvel.
    It can feel shattered and still perform,
    Like the heart,
    We too can feel broken,
    And still keep beating.

  51. CR says:

    The end of the affair is always death.
    She’s my workshop. Slippery eye,
    out of the tribe of myself my breath
    finds you gone. I horrify
    those who stand by. I am fed.
    At night, alone, I marry the bed.

    Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
    She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.
    I beat her like a bell. I recline
    in the bower where you used to mount her.
    You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
    At night, alone, I marry the bed.

    Take for instance this night, my love,
    that every single couple puts together
    with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
    the abundant two on sponge and feather,
    kneeling and pushing, head to head.
    At night alone, I marry the bed.

  52. N.Martinez says:

    Soft and warm,

    Peach and tranquility,

    Breezes by like the skin of yours.

    Pink tones dance across.

    Unforgettable.

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