Hey,
I saw a very disturbing play on saturday. There was only one player, in the dark, he didn't move, and just said his text, on a monotone voice. There was also a cinema screen, with amovie, with a face who was slowly filmed, with a sort of dark light. and a music; like clangs and noises... The text was "La Route", by Julien Gracq ( a french author). It xas only 50 min long... At the end of the play, some people were very angry, saying it was robbery. On myself, I didn't understand everything they wanted to comunicate, but the text was really great. It was the story of a road, going "from the kingdom, to the mountains". On this road, men are alone, with themselves, just seeing a deep and dark wood, and some houses, empty houses. The only people you could meet, were wood inhabitants, and women, alone, and just making love with you and then going away, as a experience of tender and "feeding" relationship... This road is like life, you don't know where you exactly go, but you walk.
In Avignon, all is doing very well. Just this rain....
Have a joyfull and exalting life.
Grégoire
I saw a very disturbing play on saturday. There was only one player, in the dark, he didn't move, and just said his text, on a monotone voice. There was also a cinema screen, with amovie, with a face who was slowly filmed, with a sort of dark light. and a music; like clangs and noises... The text was "La Route", by Julien Gracq ( a french author). It xas only 50 min long... At the end of the play, some people were very angry, saying it was robbery. On myself, I didn't understand everything they wanted to comunicate, but the text was really great. It was the story of a road, going "from the kingdom, to the mountains". On this road, men are alone, with themselves, just seeing a deep and dark wood, and some houses, empty houses. The only people you could meet, were wood inhabitants, and women, alone, and just making love with you and then going away, as a experience of tender and "feeding" relationship... This road is like life, you don't know where you exactly go, but you walk.
In Avignon, all is doing very well. Just this rain....
Have a joyfull and exalting life.
Grégoire

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