
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.
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.
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.
Do almost nothing: re-present (unaltered and arranged by chance) silent family home movies handed down to Flo, (Ken’s wife) and follow them with a “teach yourself Yiddish” cassette tape.
Three (thankfully short) chats wherein we try and get at what’s eating us with regards to experimental music, and what we think might be worth salvaging.
A back and forth between Fred and Fernando on the transits and obstructions between mathematics and poetics, and how both help us to think from the other side.
A socio-poetic reading on wayward communities – The wayward create upheavals, incite tumult. They come and go as they please; they are fugitive; they are in open rebellion against society.
Edinburgh. Nigh-inaudible improv jams with disabled instruments from the makers of Giant Tank and Pizza Boy Delivery.
Ex-Decaer Pinga and CKDH rodeo queens; regular ladynoise hoedown gets gatecrashed by sonic chunder-huffing remedial clatter boys.
A cinema of the mind, a film to take place in the viewers’ imagination(s).
“I am truly without faith. In a media marketplace that demands soulness, I can only offer soulnessless.”
Bleu Shut reveals, and allows us to enjoy, our gullibility within the pervasive absurdity of modern life.