Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
papersong
by angeliska on June 5, 2003
From printing paper and glue, then it remains mute And does not meet you with its large view, From the black indications searching looks, And is a thing and has its thing fate.
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by angeliska on May 10, 2003
Apparently last night, I was talking in my sleep again.. I was told that around 3:30am I was twisting my hands into claws above my head and uttered these words: “WHATEVER THE WOLF IS, I’LL CHANGE” I haven’t spoken in (…)
In Cold Hell, in Thicket
by angeliska on May 7, 2003
In cold hell, in thicket, how abstract (as high mind, as not lust, as love is) how strong (as strut or wing, as polytope, as things are constellated) how strung, how cold can a man stay (can men) confronted thus? (…)
the frivolous cake – by mister mervyn peake
by angeliska on May 6, 2003
(from lady fuschia’s book) a freckled and frivolous cake there was that sailed on a pointless sea, or any lugubrious lake there was in a manner emphatic and free. how jointlessly, and how jointlessly the frivolous cake sailed by on (…)
Soliloquies from The Theatre of Apophenia
by angeliska on May 2, 2003
“There is both amber and lodestone. Whether thou art iron or straw, thou wilt come to the hook.” Today, by the wharf I watched a mockingbird chase down a big crow in flight- nipping with sharp beak at black wings.. (…)
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
by angeliska on April 25, 2003
an insistent wind surging in from the coast blown from kujira, past the verdant islands and through the trees, over my neck and shoulders.. I am given a ring, simple in design with a stone that glows blue in the (…)
felicitous eastertide greetings
by angeliska on April 20, 2003
ah yes. spring unfurls her dewy tendrils all around us, as we frolic ’round the proverbial maypole once more.. i’ve always liked easter for some elusive reason- perhaps, the excellent candy? the fecund symbolism of bunny and egg? hiding and (…)
THE DEATH OF TIME
by angeliska on April 15, 2003
I haven’t much had the time or inclination to exhibit my thoughts or doings in these pages of late- much less catch my breath for what seems like a long while. Now, for the first time in months, I am (…)
THE WAY BACK
by angeliska on March 28, 2003
But I am not lost any more than leaves are lost or buried vases This is not my time I would only give you second thoughts I know you must call me traitor because I have wasted my blood in (…)
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by angeliska on March 25, 2003
the calliope floats up and down the river the tinkling sounds from the pipe organ play: “does eat oats, and mares eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy- a kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?” this cheers me up and (…)
