So Is This
Michael Snow
Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
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Investigate film as language, via the language of film reduced to the basic units of film and language. A film as text in which each frame is a single word.
Why won’t the idea of the particle or individual go away? Is the measurement problem in physics a documentary film issue? What can a human be without its crutches of life-time and measure?
A crash-course in pre-figurative, radical, queer, anti-racist, anti-police, anti-prison, anti-deportation abolitionist politics and trans-resistance.
Performances at Anthology Film Archives by by Loren Mazzacane Connors, Alan Licht & Jandek.
Blissed-out sun-dappled drone ragas of the highest order, with a metal-tinged signature sound of plucked and bowed strings.
Munehiro Narita’s Kyoaku No Intention (Worst Intentions) fired out some of the most compelling no-wave improvised rock of the 80s.
A panel exploring the poetics of abolition. “Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change.”
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
An informal conversation, over breakfast, about how abolition and movement work structures Mijke and Nat’s approach to transfeminism, ahead of their new book Trans Femme Futures.
A performed self-cancelling discussion, with artists from the festival, invited speakers and local artists talking at once, over each other, or straining to be heard over the din.
Usurper jamming live in a skip at the site of Bud’s Neill’s Lobey Dosser statue on Woodlands Road.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.