Miss Major in conversation with Eric A Stanley
Eric A Stanley Miss Major
A conversation of intergenerational trans-resistance and anti-racist fierceness between two of the most inspiring public speakers we know.
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A conversation of intergenerational trans-resistance and anti-racist fierceness between two of the most inspiring public speakers we know.
A voice that can vault from an elegantly whispered insinuation to asphyxiated and murderous barks or squalls in a heartbeat.
Life and death dramas unfold in the snowy American North, using three-screen documentary footage and a soundtrack by KYTN favourite, vocalist Daniel Menche.
Freak-out group for the 21st century perform a live soundtrack to Ira Cohen’s infamous psychedelic masterpiece ‘The Invasion of Thunderbolt Pagoda’
“Mackey composes realist-mythic layering of lyrical prose unlike anything being written today.” — New York Times. “Our greatest living epic poet…Mackey’s poetry and criticism have reinvented modernism for our time.”— LitHub
If life is assaulted by power, where do we find spaces for living? A conversation with Peter Pál Pelbart.
For day four of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will take up protocols for listening to the sound of freedom composed and facilitated by Fred Moten.
60 minutes of hard ass minimal film, projected onto a weather balloon and accompanied by the inspired poetic rant of a visionary Frenchman.
A short chat about what we (Arika) might be trying to do with our program for the Biennial.
What’s the relationship between the eternal hum of the oceanic beloved and the persistence of vorticity in fluid dynamics? And how does Alice Coltrane’s harp help us stay there?
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.