Neurotransgressive Fun Times: Time Travel Dyspractice Workshop
Daniel Oliver
In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
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In this workshop we will imagine ourselves as time travellers from a glorious and chaotic neurodivergent-led future.
Christian Bök‘s work spans thrillingly conceptual poetry to body-shaking vocal performances.
Seven women recite monologues composed from texts from the vibrant years of the Weimar Republic. A kind of cultural echo: an experience of histories brought to the present.
Simple maths and stringent scored instructions move precise frequencies and clicks to create a dense, fluctuating environment of standing waves and physical sound.
The weeks previous TLRS daily radio shows, after-hours conversations, radio booths and special guests reassembled as a live electroacoustic performance.
Taku’s actions strip back musical performance to one of its original proposals: what is an action and how does it create a situation for spending time together, for paying attention?
Everyday objects and materials (rubber bands, paper, a sink, microphones) disabused of their inertia and made to speak for themselves in a kind of focusing in on the tiny, repetitive, almost unobserved (sonic/ visual) potential of everyday things put into motion.
Three intense solo performances for drums (both played and screamed through), cymbal, voice, credit card, bird whistle, and guitar amplifier/leads.
Performance of a Sudoko based graphic score giving rise to a process of self cancellation.
This event honoured those individuals who achieved the status of Icon during the period of 1986-1990.
Amid the blur of erotics, the jangle of poetics, and the fetishizing of sickness and disability, the heat of Panteha’s performance and sculpture freezes all.
How do poetry and maths stitch together pictures of our fractured situation from its wreckage and relics, from the debris of hope and the well of residues that make us what we are?