
apparitions
Nat Raha
Transfeminist, communist, revolutionary poetry that refuses to flinch. Nat Raha presents new work in the nine.
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Transfeminist, communist, revolutionary poetry that refuses to flinch. Nat Raha presents new work in the nine.
The Tower performance at KYTN throws into that mix the 70’s fluxus light shows and films of Jeff Perkins and other filmic interventions tuned to their unique frequency.
For day one of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will take up protocols for listening to the sound of freedom composed and facilitated by George E. Lewis.
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
Is there a link between the ways we’re caged and exiled by the prison-industrial complex and the ways people’s bodies are violently categorised and segregated by race, class, gender or ability?
IN OUR LIFETIME, is an anti-imperialist resource, edited by Hussein Mitha, produced by Arika for Episode 11, featuring poetry, essays, questions, prompts, letters and works of anti-colonial imaginary.
The Experimental Improvisers Association of Japan, [EXIAS-J] are a loose collective of musicians and dilettantes who seem to represent an entire and self sufficient scene in one band.
A loud, buzzing stew of electrical light as noise and convulsive electric guitar squall.
(Cyber)feminist, non-essentialist transgender and queer daily radio shows using the formula of morning radio as an arch way of thinking about the scripted behaviour and controlled empathy of systematic care.
The queer archiving of traumatic cultural memory from one of the leading voices working with queer archives.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
Black-clad with an ominous aura created by their distorted guitar epics, burnt-out ballads and raucous mantric jams.