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Christine Forester • Pages 2– 5 Tick.
Tock. Tick. Tock. Grandfather clock. Predictable. Dependable.
Comforting Tick, Tock. Chiming, every hour on the hour, loud reminder
of time passing yet so rhythmic to be heard, unacknowledged. Discreet
reminder on the half hour, soft nudges when the big hand reaches 3, 6, 9.
The numbers, —whether curvaceous or rectilinear— in sets of 60—or 12
cookie-cutter shapes, dutifully in their place, predictable, dependable,
in circle, collectively hit, 60 times an hour by the passing of time,
witness to public joys and private pains. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Have we come a long way —or what? •
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Wristwatch for everyone, on every one. Men, women.
Indispensable appendage. Time. All the time. Whether status symbol
or lifeline, space invasion, through the wrist, to the inner echo
of Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock —without chimes. 60 minutes reduced to 12 numbers—or
4 bars in between, concentric bars, anonymous representations
of the familiar curvaceous or rectilinear shapes condensing time awareness
from 60 to 12 cookie-cutter increments dutifully in their place, predictable,
inexorable, in circle, tracking the passing of time, witness to public
joys and private pains. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Have we come a long
way —or what?
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Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.
Digital tick Digital tock. Digital clock. Standard
time. No more time for personal time. Anonymity of symbols. Bars,
parallel bars, perpendicular bars, moving, constantly, in various
trapping configurations, dynamic mazes moving, every minute, every
second, allowing only the swift to find the exit in time for time.
Lying in wait, we wait for the bars to line up the next time around
hoping to find the exit, in time, for time. But there is no time.
Time is now, with every Tick and every Tock of the clock, witness
to public joys and private pains. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Have we
come a long way —or what? •
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Alarm clock. Red alarm clock. Alarming alarm clock.
Wake up call. Wake-up! It’s time. It’s high time. In the trapping
of time Let’s find time to find our self and each other, in a
circle, concentric, accepting, enjoying the passing time —curvaceous,
rectilinear or digital— celebrating the individuality and the integrity
of shapes, —curvaceous, rectilinear or digital. Let us regain control
of the invasion of time of space of inner space. It’s about time.
It’s all about time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Boom! Will we come a
long way —or what? A
Cover Story—or The Story of a Cover Copyright © 2000 Christine Forester |
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