“I dream of my ancestors. I dream of a roof that does not leak” – Elina Makhubela I had wondered, attending a family memorial in the Timbavati bushveld in South Africa, what kind of spirit was left in the family as the older generation passed away. So much had happened that was tragic and disconnected. […]
Politics
Undone
Corn Field, Ercourt, France – Tessa Brinckman This summer I spent a two week residency at Centre Pompadour, a neo-feministe haven, where I wrote the first nine minutes of music, Box | Grown Men Sing. Endless hours of being buried in loops of electronics and bass flute necessitated walks around the farmlands in this part […]
Fly Your Corncob Through The Clouds
I was thinking a lot about science fiction while working in New Zealand last September and October. When I was very young, I would bike home furiously from school (barefoot even in winter because I liked it that way), and read for hours. I fell in love with science fiction, and have never forgotten a […]
