New Orleans
MARDI GRAS APRÈS L'ORAGE
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 (…)
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 (…)
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 (…)
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 (…)
Mutatis mutandis
by angeliska on February 11, 2004
About a week ago, I was walking past my old house- under the crepe myrtles, frozen nymphs with twisted arms.. I was whispering along the garden wall, sweet nothings to a blasted hull of stone, bare wooden floors and empty (…)
Mumbley-peg and slithery-dee
by angeliska on January 14, 2003
Last night at the speakeasy, my my my.. It’s like learning how to dance, but my feet don’t know the steps, can’t keep the time- my sense of rhythm goes with my heart- it’s off with my mystery murmur- the (…)
