Stalled at Universal – FRU
Fordell Research Unit
Edinburgh. Beer and smoke befuddled drone/ deadly efforts by Pjorn72 kingpin.
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Edinburgh. Beer and smoke befuddled drone/ deadly efforts by Pjorn72 kingpin.
A programme that looks at how sound and image can be treated as variants in a collection of ordered objects; at how to create meaning from the similar, and to notice difference.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?
Includes: a £20 note, stock fluctuations, an examination of words in the video medium, a linguistic challenge for your mind, a frame by frame dissection 50 words, shop front poetry, image and language head to head and newspapers under the microscope.
Quasi-theatrical multiple-projector pieces play with the relationship between performers, art and audiences.
Conceived of as a dual publication, video cassette and booklet, to be presented as an installation. The content of the videotape is the artist watching television.
Three intimate 45 minute sessions, reading your political questions – using Tarot, Palmistry, Reiki, Astrology, and Philosophy, and the invented methods of Fake and Political Therapy.
How black radical practices of abolition imagine a way out of the caging and mass killing of life.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.
A conversation about the movement for prison abolition and refusing the logic of race and sex that underpins the criminalisation and mass incarceration of communities.
Location: Around and about the old public library in Easterhouse; disinvested in and left to rot by the council but which was shamelessly, hastily and superficially cleaned by them in expectation of our event.
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.