Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Enclave 1: Res | Exta

Includes Dark Creatures, Michelle Hannah, Lewis den Hertog, Emilia Kurylowicz, Stuart Middleton, Eva Papamargariti, Tai Shani, Gary J Shipley

Preview + performances Thursday October 1 6pm til late
Exhibition runs September 26 – October 4 2015 open Thu-Sun 12-6pm
Late opening Friday September 25 6-9pm

Picking through the rotted entrails of a corpsed body-politic, intoxicated by the acrid fumes of old flesh, Exta performs the dredge-core evocation of a corpus mysticum; an ecstatic futurology divining an alien socius of (anti-)social bodies. It presents an untimely vision of a dank sludgescape populace that is disoriented, corrupted and feverishly fucked; new flesh, new territories, and new headaches… An anabolic fibroproliferative mess.

Exta mobilises occult intensities, Sci-Fi dynamics and slime-vectors of decay to divine a future body-politic and its delirious inhabitants.

Monday, 2 March 2015

Advanced Praise for Gumma Homo

Gary J. Shipley’s poems are besotted missives from the orangier regions of a burnt mind. Their tetherish angularity and bestial drool make me harder than a priest in a kindergarten. The world is a void and there are no more prophets left to serve. There is still vision, however, and Shipley’s is one we might all surrender to. As Ol’ Dirty Bastard once said, “Y’all can’t use the word ‘napkin.’”

– Travis Jeppesen, author of The Suiciders

Gary J. Shipley has performed a limit-experience for the unafraid, for the unhampered ballsy world immutable from our big, big casket.

– Sean Kilpatrick, author of Fuckscapes

Gary J. Shipley isn’t fucking around (“They’ll ask me to smile. I won’t.”) because he knows we’re all both killers and abattoir meat and in Gumma Homo he’s in and inside your face about this. The only natural thing then (“nothing is ever faked”) is to “swallow the sun,” “breathe the buried dog” and make “the accident berserk with nails.” But there’s nothing even heroic about these “dead babies” that are “lab grown/ in tinned sequences.” Gumma Homo is an industrial Grendel, jaded and zombie, rising daily out of a wasted, mechanical bed, to gleet over us all, the sleeping Geats. Unrelenting, uncompromising, and endlessly surprising in its language and imagery… I'm in love with this book!

– Rauan Klassnik, author of Holy Land