It is characteristic of our cultural moment that sincerity often sits uneasy in our stomachs. We’ve heard all the lines before. We know them from a million b-list movies we can’t quite recall, but which form a background of white noise to everything we take in today.
Read MoreHere's who we voted for - who did you vote for?
Read MoreFresh video content by Mary Chen
Read MoreWith the almost dystopian world of dating and love explored by Lacey, I was reminded not only of science fiction but of the dating world right now in the twenty-first century.
Read MorePhotos from our friend, artist and Tribes member Dora Espinosa in Yosemite.
Read MoreBoth North and South Indian Classical music gained popularity in the states during the fifties and sixties and can still often be heard in such easy-to-find places as Indian restaurants.
Read MoreFrom August 9th to August 13th Tribes' very own Phoebe Mar put on a wonderfully entertaining collection of sketches. TV IN MY BONES, Produced by A Gathering of the Tribes and written by C.S. Hanson sold out Theater for the New City for its limited run. Enjoy some of the production photos of the hilarious production!
Read MorePolish filmmaker Andrzej Zulawski’s most highly acclaimed film was recently screened for several weeks at the Quad Cinema here in New York City.
Read MoreSome say a sad poem is slightly better than a bad poem. I had the habit of writing both.
Read MoreThe Cambridge Companion to Sam Shepard opens with a transcribed interview between Matthew Roudané, the collection's editor, and Shepard himself. The dialogue, like its subject, waxes and wanes across a hundred subjects, painting a picture of a man drenched in American myth.
Read MoreMeet Mary. She’s in extreme bodily pain, with neither explanation nor prognosis. She’s got one friend, who is about to leave her life forever.
Read MoreOur acknowledged and unacknowledged tragedies
just underfoot.
All ground might be hallowed ground.
I want to go everywhere, but how do I trod?
Read MoreYou are being led to yourself
putting things down and picking things up.
Every night you wash in loss and satisfaction.
You have not yet learned the language of your prayers
but have felt them move inside you like a child.
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