Angelikula

I am a list-maker. I read. I observe. I inhale the energy and experiences around me; I suck in the inspiration of others. I become enlivened by the ideas of the world. But I don't produce anything significant. Instead, I make lists. Things I want to do. Things I haven't done. Things I've imagined occupying vast castles in the air, flickering behind my eyelids in vivid, lurid colour. I've already envisioned their detailed existence; they've become alive in my imagination, so it almost seems like an unnecessary exertion to use my body to bring them into life. Imagined artistic projects clearly defined, with a preternatural skill that far exceed

In the Garden of Souls Amour Est Mort (My Love is Dead) "We no longer have sinews keeping the bones and flesh together,   but once the life-force has departed from our bones,   all is consumed by the heat of fire,   and the soul slips away like a dream..." Anticlia to Odysseus Odyssey 11.219, Homer * * * What if you slept, And what if, in your sleep you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? - Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) * * * Flat, practical beige shoes slap the linole