Dai Coelacanth tells stories. You can’t tell where he is. The television signal is distorted. No telescope can find him. He lives on a distorted tape. He is one of…
Dare to listen. Dai to listen. Scraps, magnetic tape filth, hoarse voices, 21st century leaks, brutalist tapes, concrete footprints, yesterday’s news. A huge new collage, harsh sound poem by Dai…
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