Sex Workers’ Festival of Resistance
A Festival supporting the struggle for Sex Workers’ Rights: share knowledge, discuss, dance and strategise!
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A Festival supporting the struggle for Sex Workers’ Rights: share knowledge, discuss, dance and strategise!
Chip will read some of his great literary pornography, which pushes sexuality to the point of extremity and exhaustion.
A concrete walkway ending in mid air, a ridiculously tight squeeze between three office buildings and various other sites of Labour politician and council leader T. Dan Smith’s modernist regeneration projects and ‘slum clearances’ of the 1950’s and 60’s.
5 days of film, music, discussion and study of our collective incompleteness—arrayed against the colonial ordering of how we come to know the world—practicing how we might exist otherwise, right here and now. Can we start to know and practice the world to come?
Guitar and voice. Keening, droning and mourning. Be ready to release and bring your dis-ease.
Freeform Super 8mm documentation of Friday at Instal 06 by filmmaker Matt Hulse.
Out holler/ howl of English pukenoise posterboys exploded by incessant insect chatter of Northern fug dweller.
The Songspiels take on a mode of musical theatre developed by playwright Bertolt Brecht and composer Kurt Weill in the early twentieth century, presenting political and social concerns through the accessible and (often funny) form of song.
Performances at Anthology Film Archives NY by Jandek, Loren Mazzacane Connors & Alan Licht, and MV & EE.
Post consideration and post rationalisation… How do we think about experimental music and film after the performance?
A talk entitled ‘The Conquest of the Universe’: which delves into the connections between the underground filmmakers and musicians in New York in the early 1960s
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.