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The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
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The mutability of the body and the mobility of identity: queered pop culture, drag, lip-sync and performance.
“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
As opposed to suggesting soundtrack’s to Brakhage’s works [which are almost entirely silent] Text of Light use his works to stimulate improvisation, enveloping them into the structure of the group much like an additional musician.
A conversation between influential figures thinking through Blackness and Indigeneity, asking: what if we took seriously the possibility that this world, as we know it, may be coming to an end? We dread the loss of this world, but have we begun to imagine the one to come?
A slowed down single tracking shot along a corridor as workers at the Bath Iron Works, (Maine, USA) take their lunch break.
Post consideration and post rationalisation… How do we think about experimental music and film after the performance?
A stroboscopic and intense sensory overload of flashing abstract forms, cut to ribbons by modified projectors.
Heat-mapped bodies, found porn films, Korean psyche-folk, creepy police intrusion and self-defence.
The Scottish based Paragon Ensemble has commissioned David Fennessy to compose music for Instal, which will be performed during the evening.
A drone installation populated by flourescent strip lights working in complicity with analogue radios – “all the lights just do their thing”.
A panel exploring the radical potential of technologies through fugitivity and opacity: their ability to obscure, to make it impossible for us to be known, to render us untraceable by every arm of the state even under the all-consuming spectre of surveillance capital.
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.