4 Waters: Deep Implicancy
Arjuna Neuman Denise Ferreira da Silva
What would a world and an ethics look like free from the destructive consequences of the Western mind?
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What would a world and an ethics look like free from the destructive consequences of the Western mind?
One of the most compelling Indigenous voices of her generation discusses practices of Indigenous Resurgence drawn from Nishnaabeg poetic knowledge.
Emotional fantasies, towers of cakes, identity troubles, collapsed distance and time and Samuel R. Delany’s rarely seen 1971 film The Orchid.
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.
Avant-wrongdoers Blood Stereo performing in Garthamlock the town spawned them.
A celebration of our overabundant social entanglement and complicity, that remind us of how we can see ourselves, stripped of powers’ attempts to grasp us.
Complexly interacting colossal drones by the creator of some of the most legendary yet least heard music of the 70’s.
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.
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.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?
A trio of Tamio’s screaming and immovable slabs of sound; Mico’s dance/ performance/ piano; Fritz’s absurd, flailing percussion/ voice.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.