Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
lovely gray nothing day-
by angeliska on February 16, 2003
aside from being woken by the raucous hoots of obnoxious healthy people walking some good-cause marathon at eight this morning, and the plaintive yowls of my poor starving cat, who is actually quite rotund, and a vociferous glutton..nay, nay- none (…)
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by angeliska on February 15, 2003
saint valentine’s day was a rosy blur of sequins and feathers and flowers, accompanied by twinkling strains of the calliope on the river, and the shriek of steel on steel from the trainyard- the boom-boom! of the big drums and (…)
dollshow delirium and detritus…
by angeliska on February 12, 2003
lord golly, what a mad month it has been! the doll show has come and gone, leaving me in a swirl of fluttering tatters and broken joints- despite all of the chaotic preparations, and the disasters of the day, which (…)
feverishly frantical fantasies
by angeliska on February 8, 2003
ack! the dollshow is tomorrow! if you live in new orleans, and you aren’t there tomorrow evening, then you are dumb. if you live elsewhere, then i am sad you don’t own a helicopter, or a flying carpet. i’m terribly (…)
LA RETOUR ETERNELLE
by angeliska on February 5, 2003
another cyrptic fortune telling device- this archaic machine, it’s a wonder it still worked.. in this modern age, our oracles are found in jet trails arcing and coming to crux across the sky in white and silver plumes.. or in (…)
DOLLS: puppets, poppets, automatons and homunculi
by angeliska on February 1, 2003
so yes, i’ve discovered that the only way through this is to stay as busy as humanly (or inhumanly) possible.. thank god the dollshow is next week- i can concentrate on it, and lose my mind later (what little i (…)
todd and i playing at cards
by angeliska on January 29, 2003
this is the only picture i have of him. i never got a chance to show it to him, to show him the weird light that crossed us. gravelly voice, samurai face. you’re gone today.
R.I.P. TODD SOBIECK – LOVE EVER, MCGILL
by angeliska on January 29, 2003
another one down.. i just read, in these amorphous pages no less, of a friend’s death. it happened just a little ways away on montegut street, in the infamous purple house that bastion of death and foul air i saw (…)
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by angeliska on January 26, 2003
today, slow and silver..the rain snakes over the glass in mercury rivulets, and fogs the street below with nacreous mist- the branches are made of bright metal, the day flows past me like a river. feverish and frantic, a fearful (…)
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by angeliska on January 26, 2003
i dream they’ve flooded the louvre a broken water-main, or somesuch thing- all the paintings lined up against the wall on sale, half-off due to water damage.. the archivist unlocks the dam, the key to a tide of memory, ancestral, (…)
