Neurotransgressive Fun Times: Time Travel Dyspractice Workshop
Daniel Oliver
In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
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In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
Politicised fan-fiction chronicling working class gay urban space and fantasy.
Three short performances involving social exchange (jumpers, hats, glasses…) and singing (ballads)
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
An extravagant debauch of plush toys and ritual. Palestine performed a version of Strumming Music, a trance inducing investigation into overtone systems achievable on a Bosendorfer Imperial Piano.
Personal Spaces: inversion of a territorial bell, confusing the realms between rehearsal and performance, public and private space.
Long Stringed Instrument performance involving up to 100 wires strung in tension over a 40m arch.
I wanna be with you everywhere was a gathering of, by, and for disabled artists and writers and anyone who wanted to get with us for a series of crip meet-ups, performances, readings and other social spaces of surplus, abundance and joy.
A 101 panel on sex work in Scotland, hosted by National Ugly Mugs, Sex Workers Union, Scotland for Decrim (Decrim Now) host
A recording session for BBC Radio Scotland under the M74 ‘Ski Jump’ extension ramp, a secion of motorway that doesn’t go anywhere, one of several such structures that populate the motorway system in the centre of Glasgow.
Argument is a provocative, multi-layered film essay, a trenchant analysis of the media and remains a critically relevant and critically inflammatory tract.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?