A programme of video and newly commissioned texts that will unfold over the coming weeks and months. Part 1 offered a tribute and reflection: the film after which this series was named, Ruppert Gabriel’s Rage and Desire (1991) and ecstatic tendencies written by Harvey Dimond. Both works attend to the life and practice of photographer […]
Patrick, 2020, Luke Fowler & Collective Hum, B.O.S.S, 2019 + writing by Martha Adonai Williams
In this final instalment of From Here a Home Was Imagined, associate film programmer Donald Butler brings together Ian Giles 2018 film AfterBUTT, with a commissioned audio response, I’m No Longer Listening, written and performed by Conner Milliken with sound design by Cameron Howard.
REVOLUTIONARY LETTER #53 SAN FRANCISCO NOTE I think I’ll stay on this earthquake fault near this still-active volcano in this armed fortress facing a dying ocean & covered w/dirt while the streets burn up & the rocks fly & pepper gas lays us out cause that’s where my friends are, you bastards, not that […]
my head tips from the highest ridge of the present’s catastrophe into sleep. i am dreaming of different times: al andalus, weimar, pre-1948 jerusalem…of the messy splendour of a shared world that reveals itself like an illustrated manuscript, or a jewel, or the layers of enchanted fashions in the street. in dreaming my eyes are […]
Poems should echo and re-echo against each other. They should create resonances. They cannot live alone, anymore than we can. – Jack Spicer Our culture sees anyone at an economic, social or psychological vortex as a figure of despair. Despair informs all social dealings with them. It is impossible to show this despair is part […]
I Fear like rust bones are not burnt are you on the side of life or are you on the side of death the woman asks two police officers protecting the military site with their black teeth nerve-severing barbed wire it’s a simple question I wake embedded as a splinter in a forest a […]
The picture of me is a smile dancing on earth, giggling to the earthworms and pansies, possibly psychedelically high. I don’t know how long I have been here, or why every time my friend touches my hand, my laughter starts again. In this pose I am equally breathing in and equally breathing out. Soil is […]
Collected in one corner of the house we live in (whatever house that is at the time) is an archive of all the things we must not forget. We made it because we have lost almost everything we ever had – possessed, controlled, held, felt sure of. Long strips of paper spell out timelines of […]
My feet were going. As I heard the long voicenote I realized it wasn’t the world slipping on its axis, but black ice, impossible to see in this light ending and sliding out of the bright plughole. I stood just there by the Polish shop and out of the window of the world came a […]
This is the second issue of Small Black Reptile, a CCA publication. Small Black Reptile is a response to the need for more outlets for critical writing in Scotland. In particular, there’s a need for various platforms where writers can develop an argument on a specific issue, or consider ideas around an exhibition in greater length […]
This is the first issue of a new bi-annual CCA publication. Selection for each issue will vary – submissions are welcomed but the editors will also gather and commission work too. Small Black Reptile is a response to the need for more outlets for critical writing in Scotland. In particular, there’s a need for various […]