Cassie Doubleday

EHIFA LIVE - “Everything Home Is Far Away” - "Homerism" - #finissage

Live zoom performance for “Everything Home Is Far Away” #finissage "Homerism"

Poems 1. Home Was A 2. Life On The Outside 3. Light in You 4. Home Meditation

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On this day we will show a series of presentations and performances by our collective artist as well as some guest artists.

With this finnisage we create a smaller world bridging the gaps in-between our audiences and artists to this larger place we call home. We connect on a deeper level when we share more intimate and personal works giving the viewer a look into ourselves and allowing ourselves into being more vulnerable and open.

I hope everyone is staying well and safe and we are looking forward to finally bring some really personal and beautiful works for all your beautiful eyes and ears to enjoy.

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Spicy

The company I have kept, and the company

who has kept me. We are spicy. 

I have never chosen a man based on:

money

looks

or status

But I have chosen a man based on:

pleasure

intelligence

and creativity.

I know this is a spicy luxury, I am a product

of my sisters 

mothers 

and grandmothers.

The luxury of being able to 

live 

my 

life 

with the choice of spicy. I know this is not true 

for everyone, but please don’t criticize 

my pleasure because 

you 

do not

understand

your own

“Everything Home Is Far Away”

https://fk-kollektiv.com/everything-home-is-far-away/

TOMORROW

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Ugly Love

This love is ugly

I'm your Wendy, Montreal A teenage scumbag with emotional baggage no therapist can undo  Peter Pan magic flying me home at five AM covered in gold streets blurring together like that Bran Van 3000 song  (I just want to love you, I just want to take you there…) let’s take Beaubien, Tinkerbell’s too gone to know

The longest relationship I’ve ever had I’m your jealous lover at minus thirty below ready to take Toronto to the alley for a beat prank call Calgary with sexy stories of liberation maybe I’ll let some other cities join us, but keep your eyes on me or I’ll make it 1995, I'll be the love police

Cat treats 

Oh, big whoop, said the cat, 

another man is mad at me 

because I will not act like a dog. 

I have decided this is the reason

a dog is a man’s best friend:

the dog, desperate & naive

does as the man says

when the man wants

—what a twit, thought the cat. 

Oh, big whoop, the cat remarked, 

here we go again, another man 

is mad at me for not doing 

as he says, when he says

as he wants, when he wants.

Observing the man, the cat prepared 

for his show. “Why don’t you beg 

for my love as the dog does?” 

the man screamed. “Why don’t you 

follow me around as the dog does?” 

the man shouted. “Why don’t you 

do what I say as the dog does!” 

the man yelled. “CAN’T YOU 

JUST SIT!” the man, red in the face, 

cried, as he fell to the sofa.

Oh, big whoop, here it is again, 

smirked the cat, always the same scene. 

Picking at my fur with spiteful words,

the wrath of a glass ego, sighed the cat.

The man, boiling & soured, growled 

at the cat. His eyes explored for flaws to 

scorn the cat. His eyes probed for traits to 

degrade the cat. His eyes scanned for mistakes to 

humiliate the cat. How do I break the cat?

he thought. The cat smiled, knowing it was 

always the same game. “Why can’t you just be 

weak?” the man whispered, words aching

with discomfort.

The cat jumped to the sofa arm, where 

the man laid. “Why don’t you,” avowed the cat, 

yawning, looking at the man, “appreciate what 

I am as I am. You’re the one who wanted a cat.” 

The cat, drawing its paw to clean the torn fur, 

continued, “Have you not learned, you cannot own

a cat.” The man, irritated, stared at the cat as

his eyes seethed with passionate disapproval. 

The cat resumed, “You see, the cat goes 

where the cat wants to go. The cat eats

what the cat wants to eat. The cat sleeps

where the cat wants to sleep, & the cat

loves who the cat chooses to love.”

The man rolled to the side of the sofa

& stared at the floor. The cat stretched & arched 

it’s back & pounced to the hardwood. Sitting in 

front of the man, the cat purred, “Have you 

not learned, the more you try to mold me & 

control me, the further I run. I have already left 

a country, & maybe next time, I’ll leave the 

planet.” The man glared, his ego now impotent. 

Oh, big whoop, the cat reiterated as it

walked away to go lay in the sun. The same 

violin, the same song. & the man, he got up,