Roncesvalles 2013

Logged transmission - 6926 kHz - in the Summer of 2013, in the neighbourhood of Roncesvalles, in the city of Toronto, a pirate signal of memory begins to transmit.

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Trailer/Preview Three - Macdonnel Avenue

I haven’t trained in the study of cosmic phenomena. Fiction has a tendency to blur lines of believability or no.

I can look up at the stars & detail to you every single celestial occurrence in the sky. I can tell you it’s assigned name, pull basic facts from a map, chart the origins of discovery, the who & the how, but I can’t tell you composition – not elemental, but soul.

For what is it but soul, or some kind of consciousness, at least – that explains (how else to explain) the cosmic (of) this.

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Trailer/Preview Two - Crawford, North of Dundas.

That’s the thing about the old bones of architecture we leave in place like a phantom building of so many ‘once was...’ The once was is the thing that haunts. The once was is what you’ll feel in your fists every time you slam your hand into brick trying to find the once was of the foundation of this town.  Facade, remnant, ghost. You’ll become intimate with the regrets of every corner, the ‘I’m not following you.” The terrifying familiarity. The romance, the unrequited (the dark, the sweet)

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Trailer/Preview One - The Frankenstein Poetry of Sorauren

I admire the Frankenstein poetry of Sorauren. Misshapen, asymmetrical, delightful. This architecture is a chaos dream. It’s a blood red brick aged to orange (rusted) in the sun, set in memory (& today, it is my street) Anarchy has always been a favourite of mine by (architectural) design. This used to be wide, open & plain, but now it’s incomplete. You’re not here.

All pieces written & performed by r. ladha. Copyright (c) 2024 by r. ladha.