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Phil Minton
A 100 strong Feral Choir of people who’ve never improvised with their voices before, conducted by composer Phil Minton.
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A 100 strong Feral Choir of people who’ve never improvised with their voices before, conducted by composer Phil Minton.
What to do about a telethon other than fuck it up? Poet, tarotist, artist, and librarian Cyrée Jarelle Johnson returns to IWBWYE to read the 1980s and ’90s for what those decades were: practice for now.
A short chat about what we (Arika) might be trying to do with our program for the Biennial.
Cardboard boxes, metal guitar, critical homage, attempts to describe things you can’t describe. A one-man Grand Guignol school play.
Formed as a means to realise William Bennett’s goal of “a sound that could bludgeon an audience into submission”
Harrowing but musical confrontations with the very real, physical and aural trauma of a woman screaming.
Kanta is a young Japanese artist with a home-made, short circuited take on electronics and physical phenomena which he uses in performance to produce close circuit systems of audio / video feedback.
Do art forms like black radical poetry, free jazz and improvisation create a space for the performance of freedom? Did they ever? And can they still do so now?
What happens when you are engaged in a deep and extended artistic practice that intersects between literature and music, notation and improvisation, sight and sound?
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
Reading their letters to each other, and chatting about prefigurative politics as the practice of relentlessly building worlds through unspeakable violence and loss; of building worlds and living in them anyway.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.