le monde autre

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Sisters « We could have made so many things together you are my twin Your lips your hair your eyes We could have been sisters The way you dress the way you talk We could have sing together Your strings my strings your words We could have played so many rooms But your demons hunted me down A bounty on my head they set in your mind And all around the bodies started to fall Blinded by the madness of your tongue Blinded by the beauty of your tongue. I couldn’t tear out the fog I couldn’t answer your riddles And the only thing I remember of this day Are the stems of the Clematis vitalba tangled in your hair Can you recall when you collapsed and cried in my arms I can recall the thought I had at that time About the dress of flowers and leaves I wanted to make for you. »

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Clematis vitalba  is an ongoing project reflecting on the notion of human/nature symbiosis

Clematis vitalba I | The Dress (dedicated to a lost friend)

Organic unbleached & undyed cotton gauze fabric Organic unbleached & undyed cotton muslin Organic unbleached cotton sewing thread Clematis vitalba flowers and seeds Size EU 36 Length 160 cm

More about it here: http://lemondeautre.fr/works/

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Sisters « We could have made so many things together you are my twin Your lips your hair your eyes We could have been sisters The way you dress the way you talk We could have sing together Your strings my strings your words We could have played so many rooms But your demons hunted me down A bounty on my head they set in your mind And all around the bodies started to fall Blinded by the madness of your tongue Blinded by the beauty of your tongue. I couldn’t tear out the fog I couldn’t answer your riddles And the only thing I remember of this day Are the stems of the Clematis vitalba tangled in your hair Can you recall when you collapsed and cried in my arms I can recall the thought I had at that time About the dress of flowers and leaves I wanted to make for you. »

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Clematis vitalba  is an ongoing project reflecting on the notion of human/nature symbiosis

Clematis vitalba I | The Dress (dedicated to a lost friend)

Organic unbleached & undyed cotton gauze fabric Organic unbleached & undyed cotton muslin Organic unbleached cotton sewing thread Clematis vitalba flowers and seeds Size EU 36 Length 160 cm

More about it here: http://lemondeautre.fr/works/

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqxuPAXMsbM)

I have been learning the harp by myself for the past 8 months, it has been an incredible therapy for my brain and this is the first piece I am able to share with you: Rêverie by Marcel Grandjany (1891 – 1975).

Any advice from advanced harpists are more than welcome :)

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waves of ferns in your forest

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your forest

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{Quand le soleil s’est couché sur les forêts métalliques} When the sun has set on the metallic forests when the taste of your sweetness in my mouth melted into blood when memories from my skins were finally forgotten.

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by Rebecca Cairns

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A portrait by Rebecca Cairns, words I wrote just after our visit undergronds

{Dismembered souls}

Trees growing on dry bones, Mosses and gardens undergrounds Everywhere the words engraved From the Book doctrinal death Jokes and laughs inside the earth Because we didn’t sensed your souls Oh my little bones dismembered Souls, and decorative altars ossuary We couldn’t take you seriously A pseudo-philosophical journey 300 000 people a year underneath Paris Walking below the cave-in they call fontis Oh but you know this no need for such effects: “Deus mortem non fecit”! This melody this melody following steps

You have had enough of it!

And now passing the hellish obstruction Mephitic piling and gypsum Ariadne the savior in a thread of apocalypse Dances and reveries about recitals in the abyss Chopin, his funeral march and macabre dance by Saint-Saëns Clandestine eclipse, your five senses woke 300 kilometers hence And again this mineral thread Ariadne in your narratives You finally found harmony in these olden territories.

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Plantes croissantes des os secs, germinales Mousses et jardins souterrains Partout les mots gravés à la main Du Livre sermonnant la mort doctrinale. Plaisanteries et rires à l’intérieur de la terre Parce que ne pouvant sentir vos âmes… Oh petits os démembrés de vos âmes, Les autels en ossuaires décoratifs errent. Et ne pouvant plus prendre au sérieux Ces voyages pseudo-philosophiques en mondes rocailleux 300 000 personnes par an sous Paris Marchant sous éboulements et fontis Stoppez ces effets je vous prie : “Deus mortem non fecit”! Cette mélodie cette mélodie tu la connais Et en suivant leurs pas tu te dis :

Assez !

Et passant la barrière de l’enfer Méphitiques empilements et gypses Ariane la sauveuse en fil d’apocalypses Des ballets et rêveries d’abyssal concert Chopin sa marche funèbre et danse macabre de Saint-Saëns Éclipse clandestine sur 300 kilomètres tes cinq sens éveillés Et encore ce fil d’Ariane minéral dans tes pensées Tu trouvas enfin l’apaisement dans ces territoires du passé.

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by Rebecca Cairns

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quiet-beautiful time with my dear Rebecca  

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{Box of Poetry}

This edition is thought as an installation: a box of tales. It completes the poems of the book by adding photos and objects illustrating some of the stories, by offering a new reading to the book.

This Edition contains: – An archival (without acid) artisanal black box – A book of poetry (numbered with hand stamped gravures) – A hand typed on typewriter unpublished poem, on black paper – A handmade (saddle stitched, hand bevelled and hand finished edges) black leather pouch with natural edges. – An envelope with seven limited edition analogue (35 mm) black and white photos printed on metallic paper. – The original score composed by the artist for the book cover, limited edition of seven, printed on “Eclat d’or” paper, which is a paper containing gold flakes – a little bottle containing water and four to five authentic gold flakes from the Rhine river which purity is around 93 to 95%. The gold flakes were found using the traditional technique of placer mining with the panning, a method that demands a lot of patience and respects the environment.

This is a limited edition of 7 boxes, numbered and signed by the artist.

it is available here: http://dianeschuh.fr/…/384-400-km-box-of-poetry-collector-…/

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{La boîte de Poésie}

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Hi! this is me, spending my summer playing music in socks, who wants to play music with me?

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My book of poetry is now available her: http://dianeschuh.fr/produit/384-400-km-book-of-poetry-limited-edition/

You can see additional photos here: http://dianeschuh.fr/gallery/ And read the artist’s statement here: http://dianeschuh.fr/384-400-km/

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{it's coming back in flashes, memories of olden times and ancient skins}

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{384 400}

This is the title and the cover of my first book of poetry: Variation on the distance between the Earth and the Moon, for harp and voice. To be published very soon...

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« Le beau est toujours bizarre. » 

Elle ne s’intéresse pas aux choses jolies Ni aux charmantes d’ailleurs Elle demande bien plus de la beauté Elle demande le sublime Des esprits terribles Des furies dévastatrices D’un corps imparfait, D’une disharmonie Elle vit à l’intérieur du verbe des poètes D’un autre siècle Elle vit à l’intérieur de tes mots mon amour Elle veut bien plus que la beauté Elle est sur cette pente…