Relative
Jerron Herman
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
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A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
A socio-poetic reading on wayward communities – The wayward create upheavals, incite tumult. They come and go as they please; they are fugitive; they are in open rebellion against society.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
Juliana’s performances chart the dissonant space and discrepancy between the presumed fixed norms of social life and the fluid lived experience those norms don’t allow for.
Blissed-out sun-dappled drone ragas of the highest order, with a metal-tinged signature sound of plucked and bowed strings.
Ray and Thomas talking about how cognitive neuroscience is unlocking the physical basis of personal experience.
A testimony to poverty from Chris’s own experiences, and an invitation to engage with an all too typical situation and context through a kind of imaginary listening.
Sound and image slipping out of synch and into discord, the programme includes (in London at least) a very special version of Hollis Frampton’s masterful (nostalgia) with a live narration by Michael Snow.
Simple maths and stringent scored instructions move precise frequencies and clicks to create a dense, fluctuating environment of standing waves and physical sound.
Heat-mapped bodies, found porn films, Korean psyche-folk, creepy police intrusion and self-defence.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.