Cyrée Jarelle Johnson
Cyrée Jarelle Johnson
Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.
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Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.
Black-clad with an ominous aura created by their distorted guitar epics, burnt-out ballads and raucous mantric jams.
Ever changing coven of feedback worshipping witches led by Blood Stereo/ Smack Music 7 shrieker Karen Constance spit audio hexes through yr skulls.
Do ideas emerging from particle physics help to re-think of blackness as a mode of life in which it’s possible to practice difference without separation?
A solo improvisation using just the situation of the concert: a space, a PA, Mattin’s own thoughts, you, the audience.
An evening extravaganza celebrating the London launch of Truth & Lies: an Anthology of Writing and Art by Sex Workers
Expect slutty DJs, playful performances, stripper poles, rococo cakes, union broads and intimate readings…
Koji Asano, Japanese composer and sound-artist performing slow groaning burbling tones, moaning echoes and drones.
60 minutes of hard ass minimal film, projected onto a weather balloon and accompanied by the inspired poetic rant of a visionary Frenchman.
An invitation into languages field of touch; to speak in feeling together.
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
A panel exploring the radical potential of technologies through fugitivity and opacity: their ability to obscure, to make it impossible for us to be known, to render us untraceable by every arm of the state even under the all-consuming spectre of surveillance capital.
How do we sense entanglement? Can the knotting of ropes according to a poem’s rhythm make the social pulse of language matter?