‘Bloops, Razzes and Buzzes’

DJ Niceberg on his neo-rave madness

Future sounds at BONED

Greg Power talks to Becoming Real about his music, collaborations, future projects and Samurai movies in anticipation of his headlining set at BONED tonight

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Who’s hiding in the trees? Who’s watching me through dark leaves, as I run through Battersea Park at 5 minutes to midnight? Why aren’t they at home? What will they gain from the sight of hot breath on cold air and soft shoes on coarse gravel? Are

Untethered

Imagine: a flock of paper birds set free across the gallery, surging from out of one corner to disappear into another. Imagine: the tensions in the lines of string fastened to the ceiling, fixing, imprisoning their subjects. Imagine: a weightless bird, spinning helplessly on the end of a line, at

Ton Rai Plai Dee

ASCETIC Too much time to play the cynic, Glad to be your biggest critic, Lacking purpose and direction, But keen to give all my affection. I do mean every word I say, But definitions change each day, Calm down dearest, no need to worry, When I’m gone you won’

Strippers

Our culture is hypocritical in many ways. Sex is used to sell products, get jobs and find mates but it is rarely addressed in a direct and honest way. The sex industry represents a significant portion of the world’s economy. In many countries, it operates in a grey area

Nature of Man

To recall colour beyond the fracture of days, Or relish a dawn from Eden’s sweet gaze. Though they lie, deceitful from their roots, The perverted perceptions of those fatal fruits. Those true fallacies, Queens and harlequins of the soul, Conspiring faithfully in our candid futilities, Are but sublime details,

Mum, I need a doctor

Poem by Kadhim

Gypsies

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Childhood

This work is a challenge to conventional portrayals of childhood. I want to ask questions about the identity of my subjects, and to analyze their personalities. By using both staged and observed portraits, I manipulate the images in order to achieve paradoxical character and an interplay between fiction and reality,

Barbican

His sister is always busy got to keep to time time is the law tick tock. His sister has no plants inorganic sleek smooth, straight, safe she used to carry the stream things like he did zip zap they are flies, filthy flies zap zip every night, waiting on every

Attack from Within

The sound of the radio was not loud enough to drown out the cries from upstairs. Sophie continued with her routine, putting the shopping away, unloading the dishes; making sure everything was in its rightful place. She paused, just briefly, to adjust the old radio, which seemed to be getting