OUR JUNCTIONS/LINKS

A wall in the house
Name of the Rose
chriseddy Artist
Textdesiremachines
ArtistsatthecentreYahoo
ArtistsatthecentreWebsite
Thirteen Halls
Deleuze and Guattari

A LINK TO ANOTHER JUNCTION

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/textdesiremachines/

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The people’s song

Strong arms
Reaching over the side
Rough waters slapping
Holding onto threads
Woven into nodes

Old fingernails packed with dirt
Unearth roots, rhizomes
Haunted smells of inedible richness
Grabbing anywhere
For the centre of the tuber

Crimson coagulated bloody hands
Skillfully carve the carcass
Slide silently onto servers
Multiple selves served
No fixed diet

Distant drums from an earlier mark
A beginning text
Still heard in the words and nods
Scrapes and signs
Everything is text becoming


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M.A.D. Art Camp Fall Finish

Soon the summer
will come to a close
the trees will turn gold
to sleep the winter
untill again we meet

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nonseparate beings

Scaling the wall between us
To find from the top
There is no wall
Just a line
And standing on the line
It’s evident that it is a thread
With direction and connection
Between us instead.


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Newest sculpture project

"Mass Transportation"
A sculpture concept by Chriseddy
Site as yet undetermined
Maquette complete and passed first engineering study.
Interested inquiries:
contact arts4u@sympatico.ca

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Right Like A Child

I write
As I write
Like a child
Not your childhood
Not your childmemories
Write it down
Like a child
Global child
As we write
You write
Like a child


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my summer vacation

I have just returned from a week in Owen Sound, Ontario. My head was in the clouds the whole time I was in this great park disguised as a town. Owen Sound exhibit in 2002

knowledge is freedom

Philosophy has always allowed me to find my puppeteer and cut some of the strings, writing has allowed me to test the feel of having wings. And art, when it comes rejoices that I am you.

The perfect text

No beginning, no end, no entrypoint, no exitpoint, no forward, no direction, no perscribed codification.