The Road to Mastery Rumble Ball
Various Artists
This mini, late-night ball will include categories inspired by the events earlier in the weekend.
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This mini, late-night ball will include categories inspired by the events earlier in the weekend.
A panel exploring how to dismantle the master’s house — its material edifices and ideological architecture — and the construction of abolitionist futures in the present.
Nothing if not repetitive, film is founded on the incremental succession of minute difference. But how does repetition of the same play out, and is it a tool to comment on the standardising repetition of the mass media?
Michael Colligan pressing white hot metal into dry ice, causing the metal to sing and scream.
Jarrod Fowler and Christof Migone kick things off with performances involving edible plants, a saw, dandruff, and Christof responding to the prompt: “as far as you can for as long as you can.”
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
Leading language/ action/ sound poet performed his groundbreaking concrete poem, a dizzying mandala of text, symbols and rubber stamps; a kind of book as reading machine.
Imagine entering a library where readers can borrow human beings serving as open books. Then select a book stack that specialises in sex work.
Mashed up queer fantasy of worker’s revolts, biblical demons and present-day hells, and dubbed out cyborg-electro.
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
On the birthday of Marsha P. Johnson, this event brings together several elements that celebrate the radical care and kinship characteristic of the Trans revolutionary.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.