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Eva-Maria Houben
Solo organ performance by German composer Eva-Maria Houben, which focuses on ‘nearly nothing’ to expand the way we listen.
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Solo organ performance by German composer Eva-Maria Houben, which focuses on ‘nearly nothing’ to expand the way we listen.
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
William cradles, hammers, and rains down blows, plucking and using 2 bows to attack the strings above and below the bridge, all in the service of a fiery and passionate creativity.
Emotional fantasies, towers of cakes, identity troubles, collapsed distance and time and Samuel R. Delany’s rarely seen 1971 film The Orchid.
Christian Bök‘s work spans thrillingly conceptual poetry to body-shaking vocal performances.
Arrive, get settled, be hosted and meet-up in IRL and URL.
Dr Gabrielle Hodge shares words on Touching the Future, a Protactile project with John Lee Clark, Soline Vennetier, Issy McGrath, Lisa van der Mark, Kyle Bettley and Jordan Goldman, supported by Arika, kickstarting radical DeafBlind Protactile world-building in Glasgow.
Fernando thinks that when maths is deep, it should be simple and able to be explained by hand gestures. By embodying ideas, we’re able to more clearly think about their cultural implications.
Cask-strength electrohypnol/ shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder responsible for recent Tremors blowouts.
Thinking against the monoculturalism of Western thought—of faith, affection, sexuality and gender—which completely lacks any utility to, or descriptive value of Indigenous worldviews.
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.
Can our favourite Vegas-born poet of prophetic blackness and a South Central transmuter of social rage into beauty feel through each other?