Mardi Gras

Krewe of Eris – The Swarm

by angeliska on February 18, 2008

On the Sunday before Mardi Gras, the street were overtaken by a gorgeous swarm of insects- The Krewe of Eris! This convivial promenade of bugs and beetles reminded me of The Butterfly Ball, both the poem by William Roscoe, written (…)

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Lundi Gras Valentine

by angeliska on February 14, 2008

The road back through the bayou began at the bank, fraught with all the typical mercury in retrograde shenanigans.. Luckily, these snaggles were all swiftly dispatched with relative calm and the rest of our visit was hitchless bliss! Alix the (…)

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Hibernation Station

by angeliska on January 21, 2008

She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping, and then she’d weave it on a loom of smoke and gold and breathing. Escape by Amy Earles She is one of my favorite artists. All I (…)

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Here and not There

by angeliska on February 20, 2007

It’s Lundi Gras and I’m here and not there this time and though I know it’s the way it has to be this time my heart feels flattened for Pancake Day.. (by the way, in honor of Mardi Gras, IHOP (…)

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Who are the Mardi Gras Indians?

by angeliska on April 5, 2006

I recently became aware that many people I’ve met here have never heard of the Mardi Gras Indians. Blank stares and misconceptions run rampant when the subject comes up, sadly – as this is a major part of New Orleans (…)

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by angeliska on March 8, 2006

With no sleep to speak of, the feathers fluttering, the sun ablazing, the glitter geysers soaring we hobbled and sashayed our rag-tag entourage across the tracks and to down Ye Olde Friendly Bar to meet up with the Krewe of (…)

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Lundi Gras (A pictorial essay on the nature of debauchery)

by angeliska on March 7, 2006

We rolled into town just as Krewe of Eris was lining up at the train tracks duskwise with shopping carts stuffed with golden behemoth baby puppet-monsters with glowy eyes. Sadly, I don’t have any pictures to prove it. Anybody have (…)

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Laissez les bon temps rouler, et laissez les espèces des cons tailler mon pipe!

by angeliska on February 25, 2006

These are from New Orleans, around last Easter. The church and Mary in the churchyard I always loved, and my dyed green dresses dripping on the balcony. I’ve been dreaming about this Mardi Gras for months now. My internal clock (…)

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Vicissitudes from Cradle – Mardi Gras 2004

by angeliska on February 27, 2004

Yes, we all survived another mad and marvelouscarnival season down here in the swamplands.. I honestly didn’t think I still had it in me-the capacity for such reckless debauch..I was sure I was well into my dotageand that it was (…)

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