
Fred Moten – Reading
Fred Moten
African American history, avant-garde jazz riffs and activism intertwine in experimental verse of extraordinary and affecting beauty that has to be heard.
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African American history, avant-garde jazz riffs and activism intertwine in experimental verse of extraordinary and affecting beauty that has to be heard.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
Poetry of raw fearless truth and the realest crip insight fully embedded in absolute lyrical lounge.
Repetitive, mesmerizing rhythmic workouts, to pieces of stark and rigorous introspection, where notes picked and slid in isolation, scatter like mercury around the listener.
A fully transcribed, described, and open-captioned film screening that’s nothing short of their actual open heart.
Quasi-theatrical multiple-projector pieces play with the relationship between performers, art and audiences.
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.
Can we use sound, repetition and difference to personally and collectively engage with space, time and labour?
The practice of North African Indigenous revolutionary love, in the face of European capitalist violence and settler colonialism, with one of the most vital anti-colonial thinkers in Europe.
A double bill of A (imageless) film of nothing but a sound recording and its transcription and a found film of news interviews about Malcolm X’s assasination, where the filmmaker decided to add nothing to it, except our attention.
Film and sound stripped of ‘content’ and experienced spatially, to be looked at not on the screen but in the space of the gallery
Writing that shows us that, even in struggle, there is light to be let in.