du 12 janvier au 13 février 2011
Une “phrase” unique, ressassée, scandée de obsessive refrains, pierced by reflexive asides and digressions, wrapped in a long lament comic. His movement is trying to settle the account of the desires, anxieties and sorrows dedicated to the tutelary figure of the mother.
The sentence only character
Language is a contagious disease. The play (say it simply) is similar to vaccine research.
must inoculate ourselves with the germ. Trying to speak that language, very specifically, his breath, its rhythm.
must do his own body, his own head, the golf experience. And attend each day of the advancing damage.
The staging is not an excess, an addition, something that comes on top, cover the text. It is by nature a default, withdrawal, something that comes from below, explore the text, remove the cumbersome, useless. Try in its apprehension of words and meaning, not to screen. Disappear. Leave room.
Here, something like a dual improvisation (no text, no comma is sure) of the actor (me) and light. No performance, a strange time (we hardly dare to pronounce this word) theater whose only decoration is the only character is the only action the sentence. Jean-Marc
Bourg
Maison de la Poésie
Passage Molière
157, rue Saint Martin
75003 Paris
01 44 54 53 00
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