Fred Moten – Reading
Fred Moten
African American history, avant-garde jazz riffs and activism intertwine in experimental verse of extraordinary and affecting beauty that has to be heard.
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African American history, avant-garde jazz riffs and activism intertwine in experimental verse of extraordinary and affecting beauty that has to be heard.
Light Music is a dizzying celebration of the pivotal nature of sound in film; a direct and powerful transcription of film as sound.
Merzbow takes the junk of sound and transforms it into blistering noise assaults with an incredible spectrum and impact.
A dance party love letter to our community, expressing the joy of relation in the abstract and through actual physical proximity.
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
For day five of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will review the previous work undertaken together, and perhaps draw up a summary of reflections and pose some future questions.
What kind of listening and acknowledging do we offer each other? What is it to listen to an ‘elsewhere’, and do we ever do anything else when we listen to music?
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?
Paul Sharits one of the great experimental, sometimes called structuralist / materialist, filmmakers of the 20th Century.
An open conversation hosted by Saidiya Hartman and Fred Moten around ‘fugitivity’ and ‘waywardness’ and what it means to be in flight, excessive or ungovernable.
A series of reality dramas happening over the course of the weekend.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.