fiddle fiddle

I have to start watching Lucia di Lammermoor again, particularly the mad scene. It was written for Fanny Tacchinardi-Persiani, unfortunately there aren’t any recordings of her performance but Donizetti wrote the mad scene to fit her abilities as a singer. She was supposed to be something else.

The story itself is a bit ridiculous, but the madness in the scene is executed brilliantly. I am…a month or so away from writing the madness part in the city, but better to brush up on it now.


After the “new diet” and then the revelations of that un-named book I read the one thing I can point to in my life as evidence as a return to balance is the writing I have launched into this week. I am back in the mindset and capabilities of the “Demon.” That kind of focus and togetherness has been long missing and it is good to have it back.

Its funny how easy it is to get to a point where you are both spinning your wheels and moving backwards at the same time. Really, all it takes is a bit of circumstance and a touch of company that is not encouraging to you to remain where you got bumped, but can only participate with you if you go back some. I had a long talk last night with a growing friend about the nature of patterns in relationships. How two people may, together, become something they are not (or are no longer) and separate, it is almost unimaginable that either would behave that certain way. In the extreme that is called the folie a deux. In normal circumstances that is just called “bringing out the worst in each other” but it is never an intentional thing.

That is a part of what I have been looking at of late, how such disastrous things can come from acts that in no way sought that kind of result, in fact, they sought the opposite. The paradox that allows this to happen is subtle, common and downright scary in the speed at which it can create harm in your life. Harm that is owned by both parties.

And harm that is easily undone.

Yesterday I tried out my goof-ass rain cape for the first time. It was a birthday gift, meant for when I am cycling in downpours (as yesterday was). I put it on and was like “there is no way this can work.” Its a poncho, but the back only goes as far as my waist and the front almost drags on the ground. It took me a few blocks to figure out how to wear it on the bike. The front gets lifted over the handlebars and voila! I am riding in my own personal tent, not over heating because of the air flow and perfectly dry. Granted, I almost caused a few accidents from people getting distracted by the strange sight but suffice it to say, these rain capes are in high use in bicycle driven cities with monsoons. All the special doo-dads and fancy clothing we have developed paled in comparison to riding in the tent, I have owned riding suits before and just hated them. With this. I didn’t have to change my clothes or go through some ritual when I got to my meeting. I just got off the bike.

All that for less than 20 bucks. Imagine that.

Ok, I am champing at the bit to get back to the first scene of the city but have other things that must be done first.

I am also hot on tracking down a samovar to make my winter complete because I think I will be “in cave” drinking tea and writing all winter long.

c.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)
This entry was posted in creative, life, poetry, writing. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s