
Soulnessless – Cantos I-IV
Terre Thaemlitz
An audio and video investigation of gender cults, Catholicism, hauntings and nuns’ use of audio devices…
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An audio and video investigation of gender cults, Catholicism, hauntings and nuns’ use of audio devices…
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
A series of badly felted lock-ups and garages + multiple locations within the Megastructure – a purpose built town centre in one building, comprising (in the 50’s at least) of housing (never occupied), shops, apartments, a hotel, ice rink, police station and other amenities
An open conversation hosted by Saidiya Hartman and Fred Moten around ‘fugitivity’ and ‘waywardness’ and what it means to be in flight, excessive or ungovernable.
Usurper luddite twins’ disabled instruments play a game of pick-up-sticks with the deconstructed horn of a young Derby opponent.
An contradictory guitarist, he’s equally at home in slow, halting acoustic improvisation or piercing minimal examinations of electric guitar.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Saturday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
A slowed down single tracking shot along a corridor as workers at the Bath Iron Works, (Maine, USA) take their lunch break.
Ever wondered about the roadside festoons which are the innards of discarded cassette tapes? All will be revealed in this methodical and insightful documentary by UK luminary John Smith and sound artist cohort Graeme Miller.
A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
A recently reanimated Ascension, with mighty Leeds drum hero Paul Hession bringing a dense polyrhythmic torrent into play with Jaworzyn’s reinvigorated piercing guitar.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.