Tumble dry

There is the tumbleweed
which gathers at its seams
the dust and particles from the wind
and from the path it sees.
It roasts beneath the sun
and crumbles from the rain
and as it passes floaters by
it finds the richest seas.
The deserts waves and dunes
that fold into themselves
capture the weeds in its billowy comforter.
It skips and pops and rolls
down the unpaved roads of sand
and the forgotten caress of winds
which long since have passed.
Cry out to me oh tumbleweed
dont leave me out and dry
like your skeletal frame!
id love to wrap you in my arms and sooth your coarse sad bristles.
the weeds once soft fresh from the ground
have they frightened you so?
how the warmth caused you to grow
such salt.

An unanswered truth
lies behind the ears
and lingers with fear.

Forget me! she shouts
as she runs to the darkest corner of her cove.
She dives in and glides behind a veil of naive sensitivity.
The same as that of an innocent child.

she does not know what it is she has done
when love was most fervent and
as herbaceous as fresh mint.

a jungle

Lunacy and fear exploding with laughter from a deep and forbidden affaire of love.


i think that makes sense.
if it doesnt let me know.

xoxox
Abi , Magician of camille-like 'ships.

a reminder

Ciranda cirandinha
Vamos todos cirandar
Vamos dar a meia volta
Volta e meia vamos dar
O anel que tu me deste
Era vidro e se quebrou
O amor que tu me tinhas
Era pouco e se acabou



also note- heart of glass, blondie.

A long and old story of love

Se Esta Rua

Se esta rua
se esta rua fosse minha
eu mandava
eu mandava ladrihlar.
Com pedrinhas
com pedrinhas de brilhantes
para o meu
para o meu amor passar.

Nesta rua
nesta rua tem um bosque
que se chama
que se chama solidao.
Dentro dele
dentro dele mora um anjo
que roubou
que roubou meu coracao.

Se eu roubei
se eu roubei teu coracao
tu roubaste
tu roubasteo meu tambem
Se eu roubei
se eu roubei teu coracao
foi porque
foi porque te quero bem.

Gureje Boutique....and Doll Neighborhood show!!!

Doll Neighborhood was a Collective of artists who for whatever reason got together once every few weeks and made dolls.We exhibited our work at the Gureje Gallery in Brooklyn.
Each week we would sit together, eat, sew, and talk about our dolls. It sounds crazy. It was awesome. If i could go back and do this everyday, i would.
Thank you Gureje, and Doll Neighborhood!!!!!!!!!

Meet my neighbor- his name is Mous(tach)e.

A balloon ride

Hello? Are you there?

noise

There is silence. In the meantime, however, there is mostly noise.
Comfortable noise, loud noise, quiet noise, the noise that's in your head reminding you to finish what you started, your neighbors making noise, your friends making noise that you participate in, noise on the street, noise in your dreams, and the noise that you hear when your reading a book, the noise inside the book, the noise you aren't hearing at the moment but know what it sounds like. Noise, like silence is a very complicated and simple thing. It is forever contradicting itself. Its there when you dont want it to be and when you want it its not.

There's something about noise that's just as wonderful as silence. The noises your lover makes when sleeping, the noises you hear in the park of children laughing, the soft hum of a favorite song or the low notes of a deep ocean. There is sound. and there is silence. and they need each other to survive.

The language of a stranger, the language of a foreigner, the language of a friend, or the language of a lover, all take time to understand. There is an undeniable comfort in hearing someone speak a language you understand. To relate to things using the same vocabulary you would yourself. Of course i dont mean language in its generic use, but language in its purest form. One definition says that language is the "communication of meaning in any way". i like that.

Misunderstandings are never to be dismissed. If we were to ignored them, we would never be able to understand anything. Misunderstandings are just as important if not moreso.

But all this, this is all noise. This is all a simple matter of sounds and science. Its mathematical. It is understood that its existence has an equation.

But its just noise. The comings and goings of waves and intangible matter at a particular distance from our ears.

and then there is silence. There is nothing. Can we mathematically find that silence is there, apart from the lack of noise? In that lies its beauty. The beauty of noise and the beauty of silence and that they will never touch. They will be one for all of infinity by our standards, our meticulous calculations...and yet....

In our presence, noise and silence meet at the very final moment between when one begins and the other stops. We know that there is noise when there is silence, but we are too weak to hear them at the same time. we can see a silent couple holding hands, but perhaps we are with a group of 30 people at the time, all of whom are making a tremendous amount of noise! How can we know for sure that that couple is so silent, perhaps he is whispering that he loves her, or that she is sweetly whispering that she too loves him.

Maybe there is a place, where silence and noise can coexist. Maybe it is a beautiful place. But id rather not live in such a place, i dont believe there would be many misunderstandings in a place like that.

i hope you know what i mean.

love,
JP and Camille