The Thousands

To my six-year-old mind, the definition of ‘anodes’ and ‘cathodes’ reminds me of that scene in Me and You and Everyone We Know where the button-nosed kid describes a poop travelling back and forth between, well, where poops come from. Anode = electrical charge in. Cathode = electrical charge out. Anode = in. Cathode = out. Back and forth, with a biddy bit of something steaming each way. But luckily, that’s not quite the case.**We’re all adults here. Or pretend to be. And adults enjoy artistic festivals where good ideas and good people travel in, and enjoyment emanates out. Enter Anode, a fringe festival connecting artists like join-the-dots. It’s free of overt curation and full of mainly filmic treats springing from the best place on the planet, New York. But there’s also poetry you can eat, listening pods and more on the menu. Now you’ve got the scoop – scat along!