
Only Your Pre Formance Is Cult
Amanda Monfrooe Iain Campbell F-W
A series of reality dramas happening over the course of the weekend.
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A series of reality dramas happening over the course of the weekend.
Goodwin’s writing emanates from the social life of poetry, from a condition of entanglement before historically racially-specific forms of representation. Another word for this emanation is breath.
Includes: tamed TV snow, video feedback of racing particles, a remake of a polish photogram film destroyed in WWII, a visual and aural representation of Gestalt theory, hole-punched film and Guy Sherwin’s Cycles 3 double-projection.
Thought and action, writing and protesting. A chat with Nat Raha, KUCHENGA and Jackie Wang asking what can be learnt from writing across genres by agitators, activists and abolitionists?
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
A preposterously heavy, eye of the storm musical tug of war, in which two drummers, electronics and electric guitar fall over each other in a droning crush.
Using violin and cello the duo map out a twilight sonic world that seems to tread the faultlines between improvisation and composition.
Take a break and/ or hang in an Open Meet Up in IRL and URL
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
Adamantly analogue, inspiring and frequently chaotic in performance, Metamkine draw no distinction between image and sound; during their intuitively improvised performances music and images are created simultaneously and equitably.
Folk poet, actor and bon viveur Kan Mikami in duo with Jojo Hiroshige, a founding member of Japanese Noise band Hijokaidan.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.