Self Cancellation – Asymptotic Freedom / Feedback Wire Drawing
Benedict Drew John Butcher
John Butcher plays and manipulates a feeding back saxophone. Benedict Drew on electronics, broken cables and standing waves.
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John Butcher plays and manipulates a feeding back saxophone. Benedict Drew on electronics, broken cables and standing waves.
Three days of discussions, performances, actions, dancing and food – continuing No Total’s ongoing contemplation of ways of being together and the ways Arika have been entangled in those, ever since Episode 4.
Summing up of the investigations with a reflection on what has been done that week and what could be done the next.
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
A prison abolitionist punk video-poetry-music mash up about our fucked-up dystopian society, RoboCop, kids toys and criminality.
Elizabeth’s writing pulls apart toxic settler colonialism and the worldview used to justify it; working towards an alternative distribution of powers, so that ways of being otherwise can endure.
Slapstick comedy, monologue, and a kind of live sculpture transformed through video, props, musical instruments and make-up.
The role of feelings in public life, (political) depression and creative survival.
Imagery, drawn from what seems like hundreds of different films is overlaid and combined in a promissory rainbow of new meanings and impossible scenarios, with the unsettling feel of daylight shadows.
The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
Kylie Minoise Vs Nackt Insecten feedback/ vocal physical threat ‘vs’ ecstatic electronic cloudbursts
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?