
Two Dots over a Vowel
Christian Bök
Christian Bök‘s work spans thrillingly conceptual poetry to body-shaking vocal performances.
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Christian Bök‘s work spans thrillingly conceptual poetry to body-shaking vocal performances.
A performed, open, public conversation about how we might think politics from the position of intuition, in which Denise and Valentina use un-reasonable tools to map out a hybrid poetical/ ethical reading of their own situations.
Location: Around and about the old public library in Easterhouse; disinvested in and left to rot by the council but which was shamelessly, hastily and superficially cleaned by them in expectation of our event.
A programme of discontinuity between narration, text and image. Including Manual Saiz’s employment of John Malkovich’s Spanish dubbing double and Peter Rose’s absurdly hilarious concrete poetry subtitling chaos.
A film installation as both allegory and investigation of The Rockridge Institute and their research into ‘framing’ and the use of metaphor within political discourse.
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A voice that can vault from an elegantly whispered insinuation to asphyxiated and murderous barks or squalls in a heartbeat.
How can we imagine bodies not as an end in themselves, but as a medium through which we can become one another’s means?
Intriguing, underground, Berlin based musicians interested in the borders between music and theatre, language, the visual arts, politics.
Inspired by the supernatural horror of H. P. Lovecraft, black metal and a sense of worry as to what constitutes an object, or a world.
Noise music for the eyes. A 6 screen 16mm projection performance of intense audio and visual stimulus.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces