
After…After…(Access)
Jordan Lord
A fully transcribed, described, and open-captioned film screening that’s nothing short of their actual open heart.
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A fully transcribed, described, and open-captioned film screening that’s nothing short of their actual open heart.
From really simple, open instructions, An Unrhymed Chord creates a kind of half-way point between composition and improvisation.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
Taking The Futurist Cinema’ manifesto and turning it into software to track ‘aluminium’ online, tracing relationships companies with interests in aluminum had to each other and other agencies.
Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
A festival asking how ideas of nihilism, darkness, subjectivity and abjection play out in experimental music, performance art, horror, neuroscience and philosophy?
What does it mean to listen with the mind as well as the ears? A solo performance from the great avant-garde pianist.
Rare UK performance by legendary Japanese post punk group during their 4 drummers + synth / vocals phase.
Disused railway turning circle at east end of Union Terrace Gardens, a historically public space at the centre of a regeneration land-grab for the private gain of a local petro-chemical magnate.
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.
Four intimate 45 minute sessions, readings of your political questions – using Tarot, Palmistry, Reiki, Astrology, and Philosophy, and the invented methods of Fake and Political Therapy.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?