Self Cancellation – Sand
Robin Hayward
Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
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Robin Hayward – exploring the micro-sounds of a tuba, filling slowly with sand.
By focusing on the things that most people don’t notice or pass by uncaring – Steve Roden crafts gentle, sparse and metaphorically loaded compositions.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
A recreation of one of Gustav Metzger’s celebrated auto destructive performances.
Criminal Queers visualises a radical trans/queer struggle against the prison industrial complex, working to abolish the multiple ways our hearts, genders, and desires are confined.
John Mullarkey sets in a wider context our understanding of Alain Badiou and Francois Laruelle, two of the most radical philosophers in Europe today.
The Songspiels take on a mode of musical theatre developed by playwright Bertolt Brecht and composer Kurt Weill in the early twentieth century, presenting political and social concerns through the accessible and (often funny) form of song.
A queer black operatic requiem for piano and voice that asks us to stay in the hold of the slave ship, that tries to understand the connection from the slave ship to the prison.
“The miracle of Herman Melville is this: that a hundred years ago in Moby Dick…he painted a picture of the world in which we live, which is to this day unsurpassed.” – C. L. R. James
Sachiko’s very simple, pure sine tones and structures. Otomo on double pianos. Filament’s music isn’t composed and it isn’t improvised: it’s a hybrid of the two.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?