Lethe
Kiyoharu Kuwayama
A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
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A performance for dry ice and four specially constructed steel tables, each one heated by a single candle until searingly hot.
Do almost nothing: re-present (unaltered and arranged by chance) silent family home movies handed down to Flo, (Ken’s wife) and follow them with a “teach yourself Yiddish” cassette tape.
How do we gesture to the invisible, the trans or the obscure? A performative conversation between boychild and Fernando, a sharing of gestures, and a bodily back and forth between mathematician and dance artist.
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.
The first of two workshops that highlight correspondence as a way of working. Somewhere between song, speech, and logistical arrangement, these workshops invite participants to consider care as infrastructure.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Expansive and considered, inclusive and deeply human minimalism: Antoine Beuger, Radu Malfatti, Manfred Werder.
Rhodri Davies plays two deconstructed harps. Lee Patterson examines the sonic properties of burning nuts.
Is it possible to dance our way out of the hardened stances and identity prisons we are locked in?
The most sophisticated synthetic music around: timbrally otherwise body music as sonified fictions and auditive sociograms.
Joe Colley specialises in hotwired sound constructions full of ominous electronic disturbances and caustic, noxious drones. For KYTN, Joe created a situation of controlled chaos with 50 light sensitive oscillators placed in a field of candles.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?