
Speculum Orum
M Lamar
A queer black operatic requiem for piano and voice that asks us to stay in the hold of the slave ship, that tries to understand the connection from the slave ship to the prison.
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A queer black operatic requiem for piano and voice that asks us to stay in the hold of the slave ship, that tries to understand the connection from the slave ship to the prison.
Rather than asking the state for services, what kinds of change are made possible when we prioritise people supporting each other?
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
First in a series of workshops for workers and non-workers who care. Does work that asks us to be attentive to the needs of others force us to sell our capacity for kindness?
Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.
Slapstick comedy, monologue, and a kind of live sculpture transformed through video, props, musical instruments and make-up.
Out of a dark haze, shafts of lights are picked out from the surface of film. Out of the black silence, noise, audible scratches bloom into a bright drone of broken and cracked objects.
A chat with Eugene Thacker. Can we rethink the world as unthinkable, and without us?
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Simple maths and stringent scored instructions move precise frequencies and clicks to create a dense, fluctuating environment of standing waves and physical sound.
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
A confrontational and somehow shamanic stance; introspective silences shattered by savage jabs at the strings, whirlwind strums dying into spartan chords