Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
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by angeliska on March 21, 2003
in the fifth grade, we were given the task of choosing a poem to memorize and recite before the class. my father suggested this one to me, and i remember at the time, even as a child, recognizing its relevance, (…)
a cold astonished word i kissed to sleep
by angeliska on March 18, 2003
the air was blue and golden- the wind was blowing through the open doors, birds follow the currents and get trapped, caught in the web of music, batting against the high ceilings.. but today it’s only the paper cut-outs, making (…)
KURAVLEM SO TEKERAV!
by angeliska on March 13, 2003
in which life becomes a fantastical blur of bodies in motion and at rest (though rest for me is so fleeting of late) as i am seem to be always moving on my feet between working two quite kickass jobs (…)
morpho eugenia
by angeliska on March 8, 2003
it had been so long since i had traversed roads untrodden- a liberating feeling, to break away from the daily pattern; to and fro, hither and thither and yon.. by bus and bicycle for farther afield, and how wonderful to (…)
Voila les petites creatures musicales qui se cachent dans les fleurs!
by angeliska on March 6, 2003
yes indeed, my little yickens, the madness has finally passed- mardi gras is officially over, and now we can go back, thank heavens, to our regularly scheduled program, with 90% less retarded, drunken tourons getting underfoot.. since i lost my (…)
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by angeliska on February 28, 2003
hmm.. another grey day in which i ran errands diligently, good girl that i am. i think i may have a second job in the bag- waitressing at wasabi, a sushi restaurant. which will mean more money and less time- (…)
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by angeliska on February 25, 2003
I ARRIVED IN THAT TOWN, EVERYONE GREETED ME AND I RECOGNIZED NO ONE. WHEN I WAS GOING TO READ MY VERSES, THE DEVIL, HIDDEN BEHIND A TREE, CALLED OUT TO ME SARCASTICALLY AND FILLED MY HANDS WITH NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS this (…)
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by angeliska on February 23, 2003
i woke this morning to the sound of wind and weeping, the remnants of my dreams fled on satin tiptoes as i buried myself in the sheets.. a day of internal silence, and external cacophony: every irritating noise you could (…)
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by angeliska on February 19, 2003
it never ceases to amaze me how certain music can just take the living heart right out of you and throw it on the floor and turn it into a dusty, bloody stew of longing- with just some words and (…)
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by angeliska on February 19, 2003
in another life i come home late, it’s dark and i live alone i sit on the edge of the bed and kick off my shoes flick a switch and music floods the room though i leave the lights off.. (…)
