Sunday, April 5, 2009

FIVE EARTHS

Cinque Terre (roughly translated "Five Earths" or "Five Lands" or "Five Grounds") is/are five villages situated along the coast of the Italian Riviera.  The towns are renowned for their beauty, panoramic walking path ((Via dell'Amore (roughly translated "Way of Love" or "Love's Way")), and cats.  All the meandering felines presented Carmen with more than enough opportunities to make that "spip-spip" lisp noise that people produce whenever around cats.  Carmen & Co.'s hostel was made up of three bedrooms and four beds and a living room and eighties furniture and hulking cabinetry and an amiable landlord named Simone.  At night, as goes for the whole of Europa, the villages go straight abandoned-mining-outpost, so Simone gave CP & Co. a flashlight.

In keeping with his main photography motifs (flowers, old couples, cobblestones) Carmen snapped this pic.  If CP had to guess he'd say that these old farts had just gotten over a rough patch in their relationship and had sojourned out to Italy's littoral hamlets for a couple days of R&R, seagazing, and realizing how wrong/short-sighted they'd both been.  The husband ((Phillipe (a Frenchman with a slight limp)) had propositioned separation three months back, not being able to cope with the ailments of aging and impotence.  Elle, his wife, who had been wrestling with existential qualms of her own, suggested that they make this one last trip to Cinque Terre in hopes of repairing what once was the source of so much sunshine.  On the way, they rediscovered their love in small, inconsequential things about one another, and decided to throw themselves into the Ligurian Sea, together.

The Italian graffiti pandemic extends even to more isolated parts of the countryside.  If somebody was holding a bazooka to his face and he just had to, Carmen would title this piece: Monster Banquet.

Since he possesses the maturity level of a 12-year-old child and the corporeal characteristics of  a 16-year-old man, CP embraced his innermost manchild and scaled this rock, as his child's mind loves to climb things, and his man's mind demands conquest in even the most ephemeral of ways.

It's easy to forget that bees get down coitally with flowers, after all the interesting dances that they have to perform with other bees before hitting the bar scene.  David Foster Wallace's dog's name was The Drone, which is an amazing name for a dog, and bee-related to boot.  Excluding Ralphsar, Carmen doesn't approve of giving dogs human names, unless their fictional humans, or historical figures.  CP's given a lot of thought to his eventual dogs' names.  When Carmen becomes a pseudo-adult and enters the "real" world his Newfie will be named Snorlax, his French Bulldog, Cousteau.  His cat will go by David Bowie Petaccio Jr., after his son, David Bowie Petaccio I.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I must sincerely thank you CP for my inclusion in your literary endeavor. And I must also preclude that your acceptance of my name is quite endearing to me. For that, upon seeing you again, I shall attempt to refrain from jumping on you when you first arrive at my humble master's abode. Enjoy a cannoli on me....Your friend, RalphSar

Anolfi said...

That's not RalphSar writing that... that's Genesar.


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