Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
Светляки
by angeliska on June 21, 2005
I am fevered and fainéant, my skin is covered in blue flames. I walk in between sheets of dark water, and metallic waves of afternoon heat. My hands are stained bloody with beets and curry, black with walnut ink and (…)
Sola Esperanza
by angeliska on June 4, 2005
Slowly, slowly returning from the depths- a dark morass clogged with twigs and tangling weeds that wind around your ankles and threaten to take you down, down.. A dim corner of the soul where this image is the only thing (…)
Scare Tactics
by angeliska on May 13, 2005
In honor of Friday the 13th, and the absolutely abhorrently shit day I’ve had, I bring you a little blood-lust, gore and mayhem! Such things always tend to always make me feel more cheerful, anyway. What follows is an exposition (…)
ARTCHURCH (if you live in my town)
by angeliska on May 10, 2005
Tuesday = ARTCHURCH at Angel + Pandora’s 8pm – until.. we are tired of art and must have dance-party instead. (It used to be on Sundays, once upon a time- hence the CHURCH part..) Please bring: A project to work (…)
черно-белая
by angeliska on May 9, 2005
I found this picture, randomly, of me sitting on the steps of my beloved old crumbling abode. I wish I could remember who took it. I don’t look particularly happy. My mama, the lonesome cowgirl, at 15 or 16 years. (…)
Waking Dream
by angeliska on May 6, 2005
This is extremely vivid, and begins as though I am watching a film of an old Asian woman who lives alone on a beautiful, yet remote island. Only she’s not really all that old- maybe 60 years only, and her (…)
Снаружи
by angeliska on May 2, 2005
And now.. I could be out here flying a kite over foggy fields the pungent pines the verdant vales the vapid vines and the thousand purple cups of wine.. I could find myself on a rainy night in a beautiful (…)
Make it stop, please.
by angeliska on April 18, 2005
I woke up Thursday, to find P.’s bunny rabbit, Toby, on the balcony. He was very still, gone all gray and flat where he used to be round and orange, like a pumpkin. The death demons have found their way (…)
Ca m'épate, mais c'est comme ça.
by angeliska on March 29, 2005
I’ve been dreaming nightly of tigers and of mothwings. I wake and remember fragments, and then recall the words that roused them: “I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be in this room the hours (…)
13 bees – Things I've done that perhaps you haven't. Yet.
by angeliska on March 12, 2005
1. Smoked opium in grass huts with Burmese hill-tribes in the Golden Triangle. I was too nauseous and nervous about the possibility of barfing in their grass hut to enjoy it much, though.But at least I didn’t hurl on the (…)
