Aodán McCardle
Aodán McCardle
the knife
by Aodán McCardle
“The knife has been with me since my earliest days, it is memory, it is anchor, it is this knife or another knife but always this knife. It was the first to taste my blood maybe but it anchors memory there in a cool interior dark with an outside hovering.”
the tea bag
by Aodán McCardle
“…it occurs to me that political language has just supercharged the cliché so we stop listening and we’re back at the same equation, language times money equals whatever you want it to mean and at least the ancient Greeks made a school out of it…”
the album
by Aodán McCardle
“Sound then is outside of the time scale in which communication amongst mammals is of use but exists at a level and speed more akin to the singing of planets.”
the coffin
by Aodán McCardle
“…when asked about death she said there is a finite amount of matter, nothing disappears completely or is made anew, there are this amount of atoms, starlight, stardust, and billions of human hearts beating…”
performancewriting
by Aodán McCardle