Topias Tiheäsalo
Topias Tiheäsalo
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
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A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
Every aspect of every film is always about more than just film. Or, as Godard said: a tracking shot is a moral issue. A cross between a festival, magazine and discussion about experimental artists’ films.
An LSD trip gone right via dense explorations of post-Fahey steel and low level drone.
How do poetry and maths stitch together pictures of our fractured situation from its wreckage and relics, from the debris of hope and the well of residues that make us what we are?
“Beginning where you and me ends, where we don’t so much come but are already here.” Join James and Nisha to talk about breath, erotics and flesh, about our social, poetic cosubstantiality.
Four perspectives from people involved in different anti-capitalist and anti-racist struggles, considering how ideas of ‘ending’ have shaped their political thinking and praxis.
Dir. Nicolas Philibert
Documentary of La Borde clinic in France and its radical politics of experimentation, in which residents and staff reciprocate in a kind of entanglement, an opening up amongst themselves.
Journalist and underground music champion Alan Cummings talks to Keiji Haino about his career and his performance the previous evening.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
Like walking through the abstracted amalgamation of 30 or so storms, trays of water shaken by thunder, light bouncing off pools.
A life force of ecstatic clarity capable of loquacious bursts of affirmation.
How do people living with disability see themselves in today’s sexualised culture? How do we imagine our crip sexual selves despite society wanting to reduce us to non-erotic bodies?