Making Movements

This blog will soon return to its usual programming but for the past week I have been much more active in meatspace.

On the anniversary of Mark’s death, the impotence I felt was deeply depressing. Whereas last year, Mark’s death had sent everyone affected into action, when the anniversary came around I just felt lethargic.

For K-Punk, in this way, at that time, just felt like sharing an idea: the idea of a party. So much of the energy that Mark’s death had occasioned was spent on London dance floors in 2017 and this continued to feel like the best way to honour his memory. Something similar had to happen following Kodwo’s leture, and so myself and lēves set about making the idea a reality.

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In the lead up to the day, I was a mess of stress and anxiety. It is very difficult to organise a party in a week. To be honest, the party that we had planned didn’t happen – it all fell apart – but something else fell together in its place and that was entirely down to the people who were there and their energy and love. This was palpable throughout the whole evening with Kodwo filling out three lecture halls on campus – two others projecting a live stream of the event – and with countless others tuning in worldwide.

Kodwo’s lecture spoke to this well – better than well; better than anyone could have done except maybe for Mark himself. I won’t do the lecture a disservice in summarising it from memory here (and it will hopefully be on YouTube soon enough) but I will share the snatches of phrases I scribbled in my notebook.

Kodwo spoke of “gatherting people into gatherings”, “making movements”, “consenting not to be a single being”, “affective proximity”, “being alert to the temporality of theory”, “shifting grounds”, “drastically advanced regressions”, “turbulence”…

He noted how people who approach thought through and from music have an insight into the “time signature” of the current moment, as Mark did and as Kodwo most certainly does. (I kept thinking last night how Kodwo can often feel out of time in his analyses, but in the best way – like some sort of Time Lord gazing down with omnipotence on the entangled time crises below.)

One of the projects that Kodwo and Mark had planned, that Kodwo and others have since talked about at length, became a focus for the second half of the lecture: a book called Kanye Theory.

“An ultralight beam connects the earth to an Outside through a mutant gospel”, he says at one point, in reference to the opening song of Kanye West’s The Life of Pablo. “Gospel is a summoning of forces from outside to aid endangered persons.”

The first performance of For K-Punk became the most fitting listening session in light of this. Without knowing the content of Kodwo’s lecture, we had planned to play The Life of Pablo in full (at the suggestion of Ayesha Hameed, because it was a recent album that Mark had really liked) and whilst the Kanye-adverse bar owner didn’t let this happen quite as intended we nonetheless heard most of it and the atmosphere of the night was set.

Dancing in a circle with friends, strangers, Kodwo busting moves like there was no tomorrow, was perhaps the happiest I have been in months and I will long remember how taken aback by this I was.

The last six months were immediately struck in relief. I have missed dancing and I have missed our howling communities screaming along to whatever summons has been hurled at us from the DJ booth.

What Kodwo meant by Mark’s capacity to make and midwife movements was so clear then. He is still doing it from beyond the grave. This must continue, and it might… The venue were very impressed with the turn out.

How last night could be repeated, I do not know, but I have faith in the people around here who I believe would rally around a night that continues explicitly to channel the memory of K-Punk.

In much the same way that Kode9’s Ø nights at Corsica Studios have become a gathering point for gatherings, there is certainly space and desire for more opportunities to be together with music.

A thousand thanks must go to Adam Harper and No Signal Sound for playing the first few hours of the night, and a thousand apologies to those who stayed with me as I tried to get to grips with CDJs for the first time. (I really miss my records).

When has a 6am walk home ever been this joyful?

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8 thoughts on “Making Movements

  1. Mahan Moalemi

    it was a brilliant night! I didnt have much of an idea what the line-up was going to look like, but it didnt turn out like anything gone wrong! you well captured collective impulses present in the space, championed and channelled them back onto the crowd… a k-punk party only two nights after the zero anniversary was truly one and only, a very weirdly twisted thing, and very instrumental in defining the moment it occupied because of that… and u certainly did justice to that moment in its present…

    but im afraid if this devotion to the present really considers the whole point about presentness; that there are so many temporalities involved, which do and don’t happen to form a legible crowd… im sorry to hear about the deeply depressing experience you had on the anniversary of mark’s death. it was massive, and awkward. yet it was just another day, or if anything a reminder of the day i hadn’t yet come to hear the awful news, which broke out the morning after. it was just another day, and that was extra brutal. but that is totally different from “impotence” or “lethargy”. it’s quite sad to hear this. the present is ruptured in itself, not necessarily across action and passivity, but different actions, and different pseudo-actions, and different passivities, which are all fine, of course. but i just think to pit certain commemorative and/or reflective activity against another, particularly taking one as active and the other passive, impotent, apathetic, even ultimately boring, does a bit of injustice to the present, and what it does or ought to stand for. the anniversary of mark’s death didn’t allude to a present as organized as the one that followed the events a year before. but so what? it was differently organized. across different people’s whatsapp chats and over phone calls and in local pubs among small hangouts. i really think we need to change this relation to reparative time, try it out in very different temporalities, and chronocollectivities… simply, and for an example, maybe people who don’t like to party together can still be involved in an activity together. maybe it’s ultimately, and again, about the enemies that are more deserved to have than allies…

    i remember the presence of a transversal cut across and beyond my mindbody, right into a collective sensibility that was very vulnerable but very alert too. i think of all that collectivity, a sense of transversality is what needs to be backtracked and rediscovered. there are so many different platforms to be had thereof, but the limiting question, maybe, is always “with whom”, that who will be a comrade of time…

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  2. xenogoth

    Thank you, Mahan. Although I really can’t claim to have captured anything. The success of the night goes down to Kodwo setting the scene and everyone relishing the opportunity for a communal gathering in that same spirit. I feel like all we did was open the door and it took everyone else to make the egress.

    To speak of “impotence” and “lethargy” isn’t a comment on anyone else. I’m not setting any event against any other either. The anniversary was notably and unavoidably different. That is merely an observation, not a judgement. Those are also certainly not the correct words for what you speak of but they are true of my feelings, fuelled by a self-critical reflex which is open to criticism in itself. I found the anniversary isolating in its difference and didn’t feel like I had the energy to do anything about it. That’s fine, and that’s a symptom of the complex temporalities you’re speaking of. It was a present that felt ineffectual in light of the past and uncertain in light of the future and so it felt like a day set adrift in time and I felt like I didn’t have a paddle. That’s the impotence I was trying to speak of, and perhaps expressed better here: https://xenogoth.wordpress.com/2018/01/14/yesterday/

    That’s very different to how things have felt since Friday, of course. So I agree with all that you’ve said here. But Kodwo captured that well enough in talking about time crises and the night put that into practice. There’s little more I can add. This is only a post to show appreciation and express joy; a joy that has a marked effect on the past, present and future in light of the previous weekend.

    That’s why I’m looking forward to Kodwo’s lecture going up online. It says it all. This post purposefully does not.

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