Eli Clare
Eli Clare
Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
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Poems are kisses, fists, and underground rivers. For all these reasons and many more, I am a poet.
Droner responsible for Fordell Research Unit, Muscletusk’s murk manipulator and Metzian concrete-mixer cement international relations and yr heids.
Exploring the interplay between punk sinewave aggression, high-speed video sequences and stroboscopic lighting
A film performance about Guy then, and Guy now, as a metaphor for the passing of time, which of course all film is inherently about.
“Hidden in the hands an alluvial transcription of reach and embrace. The final flickers of the body’s expression, caress and touch.” – boychild
Autobiographical detail becomes a lens to reflect and refract the deepest aspects of personal and social life in Delany’s ground-breaking non-fiction writing.
A chat with Rashad about the communist, conceptual methodology that informs his ground-breaking synthetic music—a form of speculative sonic fiction writing to produce hyperreal non-representational auditive experiences.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Sunday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
An improvised film about our worlds at the brink, on the edge, in front of a crisis. To stand on the side of life, by seeing the resistance to genocide in Palestine as a turning point to overcome.
A guitar solo of frugal wringing, of notes in the dark, an attitude of making everything count.
An extravagant debauch of huge pianos, plush toys, cognac and ritual.