Inferno Quiz Show
Taku Unami
Cardboard boxes, metal guitar, critical homage, attempts to describe things you can’t describe. A one-man Grand Guignol school play.
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Cardboard boxes, metal guitar, critical homage, attempts to describe things you can’t describe. A one-man Grand Guignol school play.
The second of two short film programmes featuring works that blur the boundaries between music and film from artists who cross and redefine those long held divisions. This programme highlights contemporary works.
Improvising using nothing so much as the passage of time as his instrument, Basinski creates works of great melancholic depth and fragile beauty.
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in a large multi chambered industrial ice house.
Ex-Decaer Pinga and CKDH rodeo queens; regular ladynoise hoedown gets gatecrashed by sonic chunder-huffing remedial clatter boys.
Sarah Washington uses electronics and wind-up radios, running out of charge to repsond to the festivals’ Self Cancellation provocation.
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
What is the radical concept at the core of ‘rhythm’, expanded from simply musical or mathematical notions to encompass personal, social, collective rhythms?
A multi-media harp and spoken word tribute to the incalculable, the in-deducible, the suspicious static noise that accompanies the voice of truth, and the attempted aberrations in the domain of emergence.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?