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Huw Lemmey
Politicised fan-fiction chronicling working class gay urban space and fantasy.
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Politicised fan-fiction chronicling working class gay urban space and fantasy.
To Rococo Rot member Robert Lippok performing for the first time in the UK with his solo project.
There are core ways in which our listening to the radio differs from other kinds of listening. What happens when we pay attention to how we pay attention?
Post consideration and post rationalisation… How do we think about experimental music and film after the performance?
Underlying radical transfeminism, as an urgent critique of binary essentialism and fixed identities, is the call for a new kind of thinking that can move between and integrate the truths of all lives in their transformations.
A discussion about what is at stake in the performance of realness and the practice of passing, and how they are both acts of survival and resistance.
Somewhere between performance, stripped down theatre and an intense kind of public learning or maybe even a public hearing.
Solo performance by Diamanda Galás one of the great artists of the last forty years. Hers is an emotional expressionism of demonic shrieks, operatic falsettos, glottal clicks and diabolical growls.
A meditation on how all of us perform — sometimes reinforcing, sometimes subverting — the shifting categories of gender, sexuality and race.
A day of presentations and discussions on the theme of audio visual perception in the context of experimental music, film and art.
I wanna be with you everywhere was a gathering of, by, and for disabled artists and writers and anyone who wanted to get with us for a series of crip meet-ups, performances, readings and other social spaces of surplus, abundance and joy.
Dworkin asks: What would a non-expressive poetry look like? A poetry of intellect rather than emotion?