Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
grumus merdae
by angeliska on October 20, 2003
Tired strings slung together a bag of bones on its back and no way, no how- possibly never. This is when, exactly when: The three am hour when my head starts to crumble just a little bit, before the dreams (…)
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by angeliska on October 17, 2003
No, really. If you do not come to my garage sale tomorrow, I will be really perturbed, and probably beat you up. I have enormous piles of fantastically good stuff. You know you want it. 807 Esplanade (corner of Bourbon) (…)
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by angeliska on October 14, 2003
Only these things: I saw Cremaster 3 a few days ago, enjoyed very much the Masonic allegory, and as I also have a crush on the Chrysler building it was a bit terrifying seeing it so manhandled and turned into (…)
home again, home again – jiggety-jig.
by angeliska on October 4, 2003
ah, hullo. yes and then after our first aeroplane from amsterdam was dubbed defective we had to wait for a new one which took an hour or so putting us behind so much that after the clustered chaos of customs (…)
IN BOCCA LUPO
by angeliska on October 2, 2003
And when Rome falls, falls the world.. Yes indeed, shortly after arriving in Roma I was taken hostage by a particularly nasty strain of influenza which reduced me to a heaving, snotty mess on the bathroom floor for about 24 (…)
FIRENZE
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, (…)
VIAGGI
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 (…)
Ravenna
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 (…)
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 (…)
