
Christian Marclay’s Screen Play
John Butcher Paul Lovens Steve Beresford Christian Marclay
A silent collage of found film footage partially layered with computer graphics to provide a framework in which live music can develop.
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A silent collage of found film footage partially layered with computer graphics to provide a framework in which live music can develop.
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In Our Hands is a ten week programme of workshops facilitated by Lisa Fannen, Omikemi and Clay. The sessions explore radical approaches to health and collective care in the context of movement for liberation and social justice.
A collaborative social justice project that uses art, activism and awareness to combat the systemic oppression facing young, trans, queer & gender nonconforming people of colour.
The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
A party and fundraiser to support Sex Workers’ struggles and LGBT Unity with music and performances from the sex workers’ community and allies, plus DJ’s and dancing.
Complex ways of understanding our complex times. Maths & Poetics. Gesture & Physics. Collectivist Struggle & Desire. 5 days of performances, discussions, screenings and study sessions.
“Mackey composes realist-mythic layering of lyrical prose unlike anything being written today.” — New York Times. “Our greatest living epic poet…Mackey’s poetry and criticism have reinvented modernism for our time.”— LitHub
Series of short sets by Acid Mothers Temple / Ruins offshoots Zubi Zuva X, Akaten & Zoffy.
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an old underground reservoir in Fife.
Goofily deformed, deeply thought vocal jams: like the sound of your own breath rushing through your head.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?