
Eli Clare
Eli Clare
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
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Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Los Glissandinos work with clarinet and sine tones beating and thrumming in your middle ear, all beautifully paced and serene, but with just enough steely menace broiling under the surface to keep you on edge.
Harrowing but musical confrontations with the very real, physical and aural trauma of a woman screaming.
UK conceptual/ drone/ noise artist, who is seriously posing what might seem to be unanswerable questions of music.
A dialogical meeting of Baraka’s radical poetry and Grimes’ free jazz syncopation.
Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
Complex ways of understanding our complex times. Maths & Poetics. Gesture & Physics. Collectivist Struggle & Desire. 5 days of performances, discussions, screenings and study sessions.
One of the most startling cinematic debuts on record, The Flicker is more a hallucination than a film, an out of body experience and riotous celebration of visual harmonics frequencies. An experiment in perception, come with your mind and eyes open.
An informal conversation, over breakfast, about how abolition and movement work structures Mijke and Nat’s approach to transfeminism, ahead of their new book Trans Femme Futures.
A specially commissioned performance for organ. “The course of the stars were to be put to 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).
Tormented and drawn-out high-pitched yelps and drones, all interleaved with periods of torpid silence.