Anal Panopticon
Huw Lemmey
Two bottomless brunch writing workshops—with readings—speculating the relationship between space, infrastructure, technologies and sex.
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Two bottomless brunch writing workshops—with readings—speculating the relationship between space, infrastructure, technologies and sex.
An invitation into languages field of touch; to speak in feeling together.
Argument is a provocative, multi-layered film essay, a trenchant analysis of the media and remains a critically relevant and critically inflammatory tract.
Acting at the minimum. Each film here substitutes one small thing for another, (ironically) transforming received meanings by the simplest of actions; often kind of funny too.
A festival hewn from passions for experimental music, film and visual art and for a passion in figuring out how they can relate to, cross-fertilise and inspire and each other.
A dense, hard, immersive, chaotic spatial performance in sound: a momentary gap in consciousness, free of order or decision.
Sonic ‘observations’ of the world, through micro recordings on a tiny scale and transformed into something musically compelling.
A saxophone. Handheld fans. Shrill squeaks. Splutters, gargling. An incredible diversity of sounds, intensely focused by an inventive musician.
In the Foyer at the Tramway we will screen a documentary from the Sex Workers’ Festival of Resistance 2017 and La Llamada by Eduardo Restrepo Castaño.
How do people living with disability see themselves in today’s sexualised culture? How do we imagine our crip sexual selves despite society wanting to reduce us to non-erotic bodies?
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
GIO’s bottomless throat, Blood Stereo’s slobber gobbler and the Mouth Of The South tangle tonsils over Steve McCaffrey’s Carnival