by angeliska on September 26, 2003

I seem to have caught an irritating little cold. Likely it was last night, hunkering over my bare knees during a surprisingly chilly outdoor performance of Macbeth. Macbeth has always been my favorite Shakespearean drama. It’s got the best soliloquies, (…)

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by angeliska on September 22, 2003

Ravenna and Padova were a blur of subterranean crypts filled with water, silver coins glinting on the tiled mosaic floor and transparent fish gliding through the clear water seeming to float there, suspended in space above the graves.. In Padua (…)

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by angeliska on September 18, 2003

During our last dinner, at which I had what was described as “Drowned Little Octopus and Polenta” I was waving the little guys around and making them dance as I tend to when confronted by baby octopi and my Grandfather (…)

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La Bella Serenissima

by angeliska on September 17, 2003

“L’om po far e die in pensar – E vega quelo che gli po inchontar” -Venetian vernacular approximately translated as, “Let man do and say as he pleases, and see what happens to him..” Last afternoon in La Bella Serenissima.. (…)

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by angeliska on September 16, 2003

This sense of vertigo has not passed, is alarming, still swaying and everything at a tilt sea legs I have, land legs- however… Even seated I feel the horizon careening.. what is happening here? I am impossibly enamoured of this (…)

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by angeliska on September 14, 2003

The train from Vienna took us through the mountains, spectacular and blue- covered with enormous firs and pines.. We roared through tunnels into the dark underbelly and out again into blazing sunlight, the Italian countryside rolling past the window.. After (…)

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Ultravox said it best…

by angeliska on September 11, 2003

Walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window plane Lying and waiting A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful A voice reaching out in a piercing cry It stays with you until (…)

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by angeliska on September 7, 2003

Our last day in Prague.. I journeyed to Kutna Hora on a bumpy road by bus that bruised me coccyx and careened past golden fields of dying sunflowers, rows upon rows of nodding black heads. The lazy bees cruise past (…)

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zlata praha

by angeliska on September 5, 2003

good mornink little yickens! yes, i have arrived safe and sound on the other side of the atlantic- three flights later, far too many hours of travel and those verdamme irascible dutch stewardesses not could have both your arms (…)

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