tick tock

try as I might I cannot get this damn thing to embed in the blog very well but you should go check it out:


it is a world clock like you have probably never seen.

I am half a head and half behind in everything, which is a really interesting place to be. I completely spaced about some things I have coming out in print and got mad emails this morning about them and had to jump and rush to get them last minute edits and corrections. I scheduled a new radio show for Grace Independent called “Being There,” the first one is about being a caretaker for someone with Alzheimers and I had barely hit send before another email popped up asking me if I would like to travel a bit and lecture on that subject since I am sort of….becoming exceptionally well versed in it of all things. And I am slamming down on the script for this Sundays The Art of Rhyme show…trying to nip and cut to get it all in under 45 minutes is going to be something else AND have it all make sense.

Getting all the poems up on the mobile site is not done yet, as the Demon is not done or the video for the Song  – but I have written new things and am contemplating holing up this weekend and shooting something totally different.

And as, in the middle of the day, I wound up sitting in silence for 1/2 and hour with a new friend for some reason she turned to me and said “I got too old much earlier then now.” And the silence went on and then I just said, “The only thing I know about getting older is that everything changes.”

And we looked at each other and for whatever reason, fell out laughing and then ducked (ridiculously) because these like…bombadier dragonflies came out of nowhere and started buzzing us.

Everything changes.

We talk alot about that but a lot of that is really just lip service. I think..and this comes from some thinking about a discussion going on in the comments about my last post (over on CV). The comment was made about how people will cling to insanity and being irrational and being in pain (whatever kind) because it is what they know. There is a kind of safety in it. Get the right (wrong) person infront of them as a leader who confirms that the irrational is rational (night is day and day is night) and you begin to develop whole communities, societies much less individuals with the Stockholm syndrome.

Even if you have the evidence before you that contradicts what is being said, if you are being told by everyone around you that what you see is not there and what they all agree on to say is…it is hard to maintain your right mind.

And people always wonder how that could happen to strong, normal people.

Think about it.

Own anything that promises to make you look better? Younger?

Eat anything that you know is crap but is labeled diet or good for you?

Agreed with anyone lately that in the name of peace we must make war?

These things are so contradictory it should be impossible to come to believe them. They are nonsensical. But, as in the syndrome, when you become so dependent on this certain authority for your basic safety, you become willing to believe anything they say to the point that should that authority be removed and you be freed, you will still believe those things unless there is intervention.

When you begin to become independent you begin to see exactly what the emperor’s new clothes look like.

Then comes the hardest thing of all…the question of “now what?”

I think, a lot of the time, people swap their former controllers for new ones without thinking about it. Because that limbo of “now what” is enormous and the looming responsibility for owning our own lives with no guarantees is just no something we have grown up in a a culture that supports. So we don’t even have fantasies of what it would be like. Sometimes in our dreams we may see something so odd to us, but that feels right because it is coming from a shared sense of humanity and not a cultural or constructed historicity.

oh my….I just totally lost my train of thought. You know what I was just thinking?

Honey Buns.

They had a sale at the store and I have an entire package of honey buns and I well and trully doubt they will last the night.

4 hours on the bus tomorrow, I am bringing the city and nothing else.

2010. Cassandra Tribe. All Rights Reserved.


About cassandratribe

"There are few artists that can do what Cassandra Tribe does. Whether with her poetry, her videos or her blog, Cassandra examines the truths that most of us can never come close to realizing and shows it for what it is, both beautiful and frightening at the same time. She exposes our inner-most workings like the cross-section of a powerful but flawed machine, our gears and springs, nuts and bolts removed and laid out before us. She is a true artist. Her new video, Requiem for a God, is the latest example of Cassandra's willingness to tear open and examine the very things that make us human. Shooting the film entirely by herself, she also eliminates all the little excuses we come up with to keep us from ourselves and our truth. You see, even when she's not trying to be, Cassandra Tribe is a beacon of truth and humanity in this darkest of worlds." (Michael E. Quigg, The Culture Network, June 2009)
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