Cassandra Langer

Welcome to my author’s site. I hope you enjoy sharing my world as a celebration of the life of the mind. A place where people know the difference between knowing and feeling. Where traveling restlessly from subject to subject is encouraged and animating and expanding the imaginative in significant ways is at the top of my list.

Much of the writing you see here will be about paintings and direct experiences with art and artists that I see in museums and galleries in and around New York City. My writings focus on the mythic poetic; on metaphors and symbols recalling the narratives of Proust and other writers who think of their work as labyrithine galleries and vast repositories of experiences and curiosities. So welcome to my cabinet of curiosities.

Alice in wonderland or maybe it is nightmare land! I sometimes think all the sane people should be in an institution like King of Hearts. The behavior I witness on a daily basis smacks of such barbarism that it sometimes boggles my mind. Able bodied young men and women plugged in and plugged out. Sitting on buses when people with walkers and canes are left standing because these excuses for human beings sit on their fat asses listening to i-pods and diverting their eyes–that is those of them who have any shame left in human terms. I can’t do anything much about it except bless that I am still strong enough to stand on my own and not have to sit down because of ill health. These seats–are for the handicapped, old people, pregnant women and those who cannot stand on their own. What is it about give these seats up that these excuses for human beings don’t get??? It isn’t brain surgery–Hey maybe it is? Is this the solution to common civility and sense in our society. I even had one person use the excuse that “hey we have a black president” does this make any sense? clue me in. I simply replied, yes and he has manners. Common human compassion knows no color, no age, no class. But hey, I’m a throwback to civility.