Lyness Oil Tank
Akio Suzuki John Butcher
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an abandoned oil tanker on Hoy.
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Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an abandoned oil tanker on Hoy.
Discussion: If we approach “care as an event” rather than as a “contract of exchange” then what becomes possible in how we know, care for, and appreciate each other?
Miniscule free-noise hissy-fits and broken instrument scrape/ squeal jams from the fools what brought you Giant Tank.
What would a world and an ethics look like free from the destructive consequences of the Western mind?
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A workshop for educators, activists and young people to think about radical, anti-imperialist pedagogy, and what fighting for the Palestinian cause looks like for young people in the imperial core. PDF of the resource available soon.
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In rethinking the body, the law, the state, gender, race, violence, care and empathy, how we might give humanness a different future?
Bleu Shut reveals, and allows us to enjoy, our gullibility within the pervasive absurdity of modern life.
Can a collective performance of NourbeSe’s poem of black life as it exceeds containment enact alternative forms of selfhood that emerge in and out of African diasporic experience?
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.
Like walking through the abstracted amalgamation of 30 or so storms, trays of water shaken by thunder, light bouncing off pools.