Film Programme: The Last Clean Shirt
Alfred Leslie
A parody of a (Manhattan) road movie and meditation on bifurcation, in paths traveled between the seen and the heard; a road trip played over and over from different perspectives.
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A parody of a (Manhattan) road movie and meditation on bifurcation, in paths traveled between the seen and the heard; a road trip played over and over from different perspectives.
Vanessa Place talks at The Friday Event series at the Glasgow School of Art about her practice as a writer.
An extravagant debauch of huge pianos, plush toys, cognac and ritual.
A spectacular musical show which discusses the representation of a nation state, its characters and history. A learning play on myth construction and its reproduction.
Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
Could cruising and random public sex be the basis of an ethically organised society? A discussion with Jackie Wang, Samuel R. Delany and Huw Lemmey.
A chat with Rashad about the communist, conceptual methodology that informs his ground-breaking synthetic music—a form of speculative sonic fiction writing to produce hyperreal non-representational auditive experiences.
A conversation between Philip and Moten: how do we read NourbeSe’s anti-narrative poetic lament in Glasgow today, given the city’s role in the history of slavery?
An original and beautifully simple performed installation forging a direct link between sound and image.
Jarrod Fowler creates a social space where layered one-to-one live encounters with the audience become sonic material.
Is it possible to dance our way out of the hardened stances and identity prisons we are locked in?
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.