August 29, 2004

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/

NeOteXt2

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


More......

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

NeOteXt

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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August 28, 2004

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

August 24, 2004

NeOteXt -1

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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August 09, 2004

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

August 03, 2004

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.

August 02, 2004

The perfect text


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

July 23, 2004

NeOTexT -2

One of which, Each is every


He fell from castlewindow Repunsel’s hair
A gossamer abyss wallpapered his cradle
Unwalled wailing waddled phoenix self

Outside instone divisions kingprincesurfsailor
Dining festoooooned feasssssssssssted
other under over beside inside Other

flailed skinned layers his selfprotections
indebted to in•dom i•ta•bil i•ty rawness
etched mirror promises pre babble tower

himthem spans vaster uncertainties
infinite findings unwinding widen
joined repaired together no territory walled

rolling uphill less boulder bullion yoke
first man met himself as another with sons
shared eyes feelings different beginnings

vaster sea self forgotten i(s) see
free fall selfless act of unity
nomadic selftext alfot bound to Other/other

July 17, 2004

refreshing cultural perspectives #1

Ibn Hajar al-Asqalani on seclusion:
How admirable is the statement of al-Junayd, may Allah grant us benefit through his baraka: 'The endurance of seclusion is easier than forced politeness with company.'

Al-Khathabi said: 'There would be great good in seclusion even were it to bring nothing more than safety from backbiting and seeing evils which one cannot control'  
 FROM GOLDI-LOX

July 12, 2004

SAVE THE CORE re-thinking downtown Hamilton

A ragtaggle band of approximately one hundred and fifty protesters showed up for the quickly arranged gathering in front of the Tivoli Theatre, or at least what was left of it by Fri. July10/04. Nobody seemed quite sure what they were there for but they were all sure about why they where there. To save heritage. The largest contingent was from the folks in the theatre company at the Tivoli. These people had the most to lose and were the most vocal because of it. Or was that because they were actors and actresses, hmmmm? The second largest group was the visual arts community. Thanks to a mass email and re-mail link word traveled through the community as fast as the bricks in the ancient Tivoli were coming down.
But why were we there? To save the Tivoli theatre? Too late for that the wreckers and engineers had all ready taken it down to the second floor and were still going. Perhaps then to insure that the community be aware that a large donation drive will take place to have it rebuilt. Maybe some of the people feel the owners and their insurance companies should solve the dilemma of a century old theatre that just lost its main lobby, dressing rooms, and rehearsal space. (The main theatre and fly gallery remained untouched). I am sure there were a lot of people there that felt it should be a city responsibility with the taxpayer ultimately holding the tab for a new building for a private owner.
As all these private points of view came together one thing was apparent. There were a whole lot of people interested in saving the architectural history in Hamilton's core. The citizens of Hamilton have watched, as many historical buildings in the core have rotted and deteriorated. There isn't a lot a city can legally do to force private property owners to maintain their property. But perhaps with more consciousness raising like this demonstration the community will feel a need to work toward rebuilding the core.
There is architecture in the downtown core to rival that of Niagara on the Lake and of Elora Gorge (two top tourist spots in Ontario). One benefit of Hamilton's many slumps is that a lot of these beautiful examples of turn of the century architecture were left untouched. Now they stand ripe for the picking. The big question remains however, how do we attract the imaginative progressive community minded business interests? These types of owners are so desperately needed before more of these buildings collapse into the streets around us.
If we do not stop the decay then soon there will be one less reason for people to stop in our city, to stay in our city, and to relocate in our city.
History Link

July 10, 2004


IF MY HAND IS LIKE MY EYE COULD I EAT IT ALSO AND WOULD IT TASTE THE SAME AS MY HEART.

July 09, 2004

nEoTEXt -3

WHOLENESS

Every day is a journey into uncertainty,
Each will have a beginning and an end certainly.

And time will continue to flow with out measure,
As fools continue to name things for pleasure.

Division is a rift, in all that is whole,
Oneness (god, unified theory, the text,..) has always defined the goal.

Everyday we entre the fantasy shared,
Not alone if there's no self but all humanity there.

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July 03, 2004


The Tivoli,after almost a century
from vaudville to movie house to community theatre to memory

The courtmarshal of a landmark