Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
Serbia I.
by angeliska on August 27, 2005
“Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage, Ou comme cestuy la qui conquit la toison, Et puis est retourné, plein d’usage & raison, Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son aage !” -Joachim du Bellay So begins (…)
Virrei Amat
by angeliska on August 18, 2005
The very instant the plane touched down in Barcelona, I knew something had changed. My soul felt lighter, and my feet began to do a little dance of their own accord to the hypnotic rhythm of the baggage carousel. The (…)
OPA!
by angeliska on August 13, 2005
Hello there. I am floating in the middle of the ocean. No, but really- I am. Trapped inside a giant old Norwegian beast-tanker called ‘The Perla’ with a lot of boorish, obstinant, overweight tacky eurotrash tourists. I feel like I’m (…)
Athina
by angeliska on August 11, 2005
Greetings from elsewhere.. I’ve been wanting to write for days and days, but have had no chance. Now I’m in Athens on a dreadfully slow and expensive machine, coming out of a pretty debilitating bout with some kind of nasty (…)
Black Bonnet
by angeliska on August 1, 2005
Oh, and one more thing… My friends wrote and are performing this and are touring around the country this summer.. The Tragical Ballad of Black Bonnet or A Kitchen Maid’s Secret A Puppet Operetta in Three Acts Based on True (…)
Pred dozhdot
by angeliska on July 30, 2005
So, on Tuesday we leave on our grand journey! I can’t wait to see my beloved Grandfather- to see the world and spend time with him.. He’s 91 years old, and the most amazing person I know. I am looking (…)
Night of the Living Dead New Wavers
by angeliska on July 26, 2005
For P.’s birthday we had a.. DEATHRAWK-ZOMBIE-DANCEFLOOR-FREAKOUT! This is what it looked like: T. Little and Pandory Brother Clit and the birthday girl And this is what the cake looked like: Cherry-limeade cake with wee zombies. It turned your teeth (…)
Hora ca la ursari
by angeliska on July 18, 2005
You ate me up, you bear-leader, And you too, you bootmaker, Come to me, little maid, Come to me, you dark little girl. Never mind that I’ve dark hair, Or that I’m talented in bed, One two twelve, let me (…)
wrathful winds withered by willful wenches
by angeliska on July 3, 2005
In my dream I fall into this photograph: I see a white tornado in the distance, a churning, whirling wraith intent on savaging the idyllic scene I see before me: deep slate blue sky and golden fields, the pristine farmhouse (…)
August Itinerary
by angeliska on June 27, 2005
Fullblast torch song of summer and itchy restless irritation only soothed by cool salt baths and long hours of langour, the sunlight dancing on your skin- lit up golden arms bursting with sparks from a slow breeze and I wake (…)
