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Pink Glass Swans - [Michael Eddy]

Rare recordings of the famous Pink Glass Swans are now available for free download or streaming audio!!!

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Amélie - [Michael Eddy]

Undertaking such activities as sewing together a bunch of banana leaves discovered in plastic under my bed in my new apartment and installing the assemblage on my balcony to give something for the neighbors to look at; I suddenly find a pair of eyes staring at me from within my conscience: those eyes belong to Amélie.

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Senior Citizens - [Michael Eddy]

Last night after dinner, reluctant to return to the small apartment, I rode the bicycle without aim down a large boulevard in the Northeast of the city. Gradually I was overtaken by four men on their bicycles, maybe getting off work (strokes of plaster dust on their shirts). As they passed slowly, all of us caught in tides of jettying buses, I decided to stay with them.

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Keywords School in the Giardini of the Universal - [Michael Eddy]

 

A fictional conversation between Xu Tan and Michael Eddy


It is evening and Xu Tan pops his head into my room. I am on my bed, producing a watercolor. He says, excuse me, gentleman, can I ask you something? Yes, sure, what is it boss, I answer.
I wanted to ask about the word 'efficiency'.
Well, that's an awfully big word.

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Side dish - [Michael Eddy]

 

After graduating from NSCAD, I began planning a road trip across the United States to reach the West Coast. I thought that it might be an idea to try and contact artists whose work I thought was interesting, and if nothing more, just visit them. It was a very naïve notion, I confess. When I tried finding their contact information, enquiring through galleries or university faculty lists, I would only receive answers from assistants. At the time, I was surprised; I just had no idea how this thing works. It occurred to me at the time – but I failed to act on it then – that instead I could just meet these assistants.

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Untitled No. 14 - [Michael Eddy]

latent

The photographic process to some extent still entails the storing of experiences for later use, although on the digital front the contrast between then and now is almost negligible. (...)

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Untitled No. 13 - [Michael Eddy]

We should not cook our disparity, so that it unfirms and yields, sides oozing together plastically. This relationship is not a lasagna, with coquettish veil of noodle separating effetely our substances. Passing over with reluctant ease, driven by affected affront, determined to clear the name, and to sacrifice principles by resort to wicked osmosis: we forego all this. We, in profile, without a quiver of the chin toward frontality, without address, compelled by the desire to cleave the We in two, not flatly but widely refuse – a breezeway as buffer, across a cold cross-traffic which constantly moves, never to align. No nearness.


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Untitled No. 12 - [Michael Eddy]

2007

A hangover can achieve a spiritual state – not to say it is blissful or pure – but intense in such a horrifically holistic sense as to call to question existential premises. All quarters of the body moan mutiny; the stomach, bloated and volatile; the breath and even the heart limping reluctantly; the hands dumb on their own; eyes blurred and rotten; the head, with a weight on death-drive pedal, rancorously aware of its own subterranean slowness, its contents smoldering darkly, impossible, vindictive, eternal.
(Amazing that such a solid mood is perhaps so temporary, and at the same time I am violently outraged by the suggestion that my experience isn’t real. Like a casualty bleeding profusely, I perform regular reality checks, reminding myself that I am merely hung over, but feeling insulted by my own relativizing; the ugliness of which causes parentheses around this paragraph. I suppose if there are true believers in hangovers, there would have to be Protestants as well as Catholics.)


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