Infest – Birds of Delay & Nackt Insecten
Birds of Delay Nackt Insecten
Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
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Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
A landmark film on black life – a poetic filmic constellation of meditations, fragments and interviews on what it means to be black in America in the 21st century, from one of its great cinematographers.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Offering a crip grief transformation and witness altar. A place to sit and breathe, remember our dead, wash our hands and leave offerings to and for loved ones we’ve lost – and for ourselves. Expect fire and a little bit of smoke. Concluding with a D/deaf centered social space with conversational interpreters available for those who do not speak ASL.
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.
A full-blooded, emotional attempt to reinvigorate improvisation from a musically inclined philosopher and two philosophically inclined improvisers.
A voice that can vault from an elegantly whispered insinuation to asphyxiated and murderous barks or squalls in a heartbeat.
The films in the programme take the essential and fundamental building blocks of cinema (combining sound and image through time) screw about with them, interrogate them and cast them anew.
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.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
Is there a link between the ways we’re caged and exiled by the prison-industrial complex and the ways people’s bodies are violently categorised and segregated by race, class, gender or ability?
A beautifully crisp, slowly evolving duo for cello and projected images. Abstract but still figurative; change only noticeable after the fact.