Posts in the “R.I.P.” category
A FRESH WOUND IN THE WING OF THE YOUNG YEAR (for Esme)
by angeliska on January 8, 2012
Photo of the memorial altar at Esme’s gate by Laura Skelding / AMERICAN-STATESMAN A week ago, in the wee hours of the new year’s dim beginnings, a girl was murdered. She was a friend of many of my friends, and (…)
6 Years On – Fragments + Wet Feathers
by angeliska on September 1, 2011
This year there’s just too much, too much to write, to say, to show – it’s all disjointed fragments that don’t quite fit together, scrabbled here and there over the last few days of travel. It ain’t much, but it’s (…)
Star-crossed Troubadours
by angeliska on August 8, 2011
Today marks twenty-five years since my mother died. This last winter solstice, I had a profound vision during a ceremony: an old black telephone appeared before me, hunched in celluloid, with a rotary dial. I could feel the weight of (…)
Exquisite Corpse – Cinco de Mayo
by angeliska on June 1, 2011
For this month’s Exquisite Corpse, we will be dedicating the evening’s festivities as a special memorial to some of our friends and heroes who have died this month: Ramon, crazy-cat extraordinaire, Leonora Carrington – the surrealist sorceress, and to Nefairia (…)
Wayfaring Strangers
by angeliska on December 30, 2010
The dark days are here to stay, it would seem – at least for all my friends in New Orleans. It feels wrong to even try to write about it at this point, but I really don’t know what else (…)
Day of the Dead in New Orleans
by angeliska on December 27, 2010
Thinking about New Orleans all the time, and worrying for all my friends there. People are afraid to leave their houses, talking about buying shotguns, and reinforcing their doors and the bars on their windows. It’s hard to think back (…)
Jon Flee – R.I.P.
by angeliska on December 24, 2010
Hey Flee-flee, long time no see. I’m not sure how else to do this, but in my usual way, which always seems to help me a bit – and sometimes others too. Maybe if you’re out there somewhere, a buzzing (…)
Vultures + Persimmons
by angeliska on November 26, 2010
Yesterday afternoon, we made the journey over hill and dale on the first of our familial holiday pilgrimages. I hear all the time complaints about the lack of seasons in Texas, and our pitiful lack of autumn – untrue, I (…)
R.I.P. Louise Bourgeois
by angeliska on June 1, 2010
This picture was taken in the Sculpture Garden at The New Orleans Museum of Art six years ago by the man who I would discover to be the love of my life. Can you imagine? I had no idea, then, (…)
Poisoned Honey on Blackout Beach
by angeliska on May 7, 2010
(Paintings by Myrtle Von Damitz III , a New Orleans artist and amazing lady. Her work is prophetic, and speaks to me about what the elemental spirits might be whispering about what we are doing.) Tonight, my grandfather, my sweetheart (…)
