
Beyond Transgression
Samuel R. Delany
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
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Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A Festival supporting the struggle for Sex Workers’ Rights: share knowledge, discuss, dance and strategise!
An improvised film about our worlds at the brink, on the edge, in front of a crisis. To stand on the side of life, by seeing the resistance to genocide in Palestine as a turning point to overcome.
What does it mean to listen with the mind as well as the ears? A solo performance from the great avant-garde pianist.
“Mackey composes realist-mythic layering of lyrical prose unlike anything being written today.” — New York Times. “Our greatest living epic poet…Mackey’s poetry and criticism have reinvented modernism for our time.”— LitHub
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
Expansive and considered, inclusive and deeply human minimalism: Antoine Beuger, Radu Malfatti, Manfred Werder.
Dave will lead a session created for teenagers and designed to stimulate a supportive environment for artistic exploration through music improvisation.
I wanna be with you everywhere was a gathering of, by, and for disabled artists and writers and anyone who wanted to get with us for a series of crip meet-ups, performances, readings and other social spaces of surplus, abundance and joy.
Beat poet Ira Cohen’s now infamous and wildly psychedelic film odyssey feeds one’s own seeing apparatus through beautifully warped and distorting mylar mirrors, resulting in a film dense and rich with visual arcana and poetry.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.