Dildo hurts me | Visual © David Noir

Of sodomy as one of the fine arts...

Dildo Blesse Me

or The ass guillotine

Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Visual © David Noir | 2004
Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Visual © David Noir | 2004

Sodomy in the public square

Solo performance with invitation of the public to participate

Text and game: David Noir

 
 Dear viewer, dear spectator,
Alas for me! The current trend towards individualism, which some psychologists have alarmed us about, turns out in the end to be just another materialistic fad. This is what I observe with spite.
Yes, our good society is still the same well-oiled Big Brother, who judges and prints most of our actions,
And the majority of us, true to form, remain the most beautiful skewer threaded from ordinary sheep.
Thanks to the masturbation to succeed in still being a little ashamed. Its resistant subversion lies in the fact that the great matrix always takes a dim view of the fact that it is so easy to do without.
Transparency in everything is really the lark mirror, the most anti-artistic jerk trap N°1 there is, and I prefer, as an aristocrat-slave of my ass and my fantasy thinking, to climb on the scaffold of my stage in the deepest and darkest of my proposals. Tonight, I will invite men or women to fuck me, equipped with a prop, for the time of a long poem and a little song.
With kind regards, my gracious greeting!
Your dedicated property
David Noir
David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
A la table de maquillage | David Noir | Gode Blesse Me | Une sodomie en place publique - Festival " Corps de Textes " | Théâtre des deux Rives de Rouen | Screenshot

"Gode Blesse Me" was created on the occasion of the Corps de Text festival on June 4, 2004 in a program designed for the Théâtre des 2 Rives by Marianne Clévy.

Excerpt from the text

From window to window, you can see without being seen; from a Windows window to Internet chat rooms, smile.
Nothing sordid about that, or even different... to take his ticket for a mise en abîme of a national obscene.
Public Skate call us; let us conquer or let us know die a little seminal death, cyprinal.
Gapy vaginas, mouths apart, stretched penisesenamoured clitorises.
And some hands everywhere to clap again, 
From fingertips to the walls of a pussy.
What could possibly happen then if we slept together, together, in pairs... a hundred, ten thousand?

This is where we cross paths and I'm going to get screwed, by you, by the Greeks, by Europe.
Go to so screw me! Who wants some? For he is the hour, the minute, the time of this sweet poem where I ask you the thing simple, daily and taboo of our lives deprived of everything: For one song, I'm waiting for us to accompany me, that one or her, that one or he, come, tender and terrible play from the bottom of my body and penetrate my ass through this dummy archer (the belt bucket is designated) ?

My hole like a sound animal, my to be offered and peaceful just the right amount of my melody. I'm doing it, in fear,
in a sweet and cheerful mood, just a story of cross together well off the coast of any possible future between us.
At this very moment, I'm waiting for you now.
Who's coming?

Program

Flyer Dildo Blesse Me | A sodomy in a public place | Visual © David Noir 2004
Flyer Dildo Blesse Me | A sodomy in a public place | Visual © David Noir 2004

 

David Noir | Corps de Textes | Rouen | 4 June 2004

As a scenic individual, I consider myself a sex worker in the sense that North Americans understand it to mean prostitutes. My contact is mostly psychic, like that of actors in general, and sometimes of a greater tangible closeness to you.

How far can the physical approach between me and you go without the identifying "magic" created by the distance of projection that every actor tries to create, toppling over into the rejection, disgust or envious horror devolved in our society to prostitutes of all kinds?

To question myself and to sketch out an artistic response to the theme " Enjoy "In the context of Corps de Textes 2004, I decided to get fucked 4 times during 4 consecutive performances, by a volunteer spectator with a prop provided by me, during an urban live show, an exhibition or a concert. Human life show.

This short "performance" will begin textually and musically before ending with the intimate rapprochement of our bodies beginning with a kiss. The proposal will be made to a single person, invited and consenting. The choice of "only one" or "only one" obviously gives the other members of the audience who have taken note of this programme as soon as they enter the hall, the eminently voyeuristic attitude that suits them, guaranteeing the quality of the performance and not of a private act. It goes without saying that none of the active actors in these four attempts will be chosen from among any of my acquaintances, however distant, who may be present. If no one in the room wants to accept my invitation, there will always have been words and dance.

 

A sodomite reality show

A micro-conference on my Jouir with an invitation to the act

David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
Preparing for sodomy, ass to air, dancing to "Un monde parfait" sung by Les Innocents | David Noir | Gode Blesse Me | Corps de Text Festival | Théâtre des deux Rives de Rouen | Photo © Jérôme Allart | 2004

There is, to my taste, often more mystery to show than to suggest.
For a subtle creator who knows how to talk about emptiness, there are a hundred morons who think they can pass off their mental retardation as suggestive art.
Enjoyment means being in the middle of it even if you are hiding, concentrated behind the keyhole.
Concentration leads to seeing and also to being seen in close-up.
I just had a deep urge to get lost. 

Ingredients

Microphone on stand / Light / Sound / Make-up / Stage or walkway / Small table / White chase / Jock strap / Belt dildo / Gel / Kleenex / Condoms / Text / Songs / Soundtrack / Computer in screensaver mode with scrolling images of sex and shows / Audience

On stage are a small table, some accessories, phone, gel, bottle of gin and my computer where my images scroll by as a screen saver. In front, a microphone on a stand. At the heart, a projector on a stand with a belt bucket hanging from it. The spectators are there, standing or sitting, as they want.

A program is made available to them at the entrance on a display stand.

Text to microphone on distant soundtrack broadcast from computer

Dance on "A Perfect World" / The Innocents

Then an invitation from a spectator to join me on stage while the music continues louder. I kiss him, caress him, love him and put myself in position, both hands on the table after having coated the anus with gel and handed him the latex dildo-belt. It's up to him, it's up to her.

The others can applaud... or not. We salute. The end.

 

Delayed sodomy. Too bad, it'll have to be another time.

David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
Who's coming? | Photo © Jérôme Allart | 2004

In fact, as I performed, differently from what I had planned, I turned off the music as I got into position. I pulled up the sides of my tunic and waited. I sang a cappella, "L'amour avec toi" by Michel Polnareff looking in the direction of the audience. When the song was over, the time was up. No one had come. I waited a little longer, went to illuminate the audience with the beam of a standing spotlight.

I turned the music up.

Finally a very nice woman came along. I was delighted and greeted her with a smile. She listened to my explanations, but she waved down a little, I think, to say on the mike that in fact she wouldn't, because she loved me.

David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
A daring spectator is responding to my request. I explain her how to pass the belt dildo in case she doesn't know it | Photo © Jérôme Allart | 2004

It was my first solo performance. In a sense it had failed. Later I realised that it had not; not quite.

Early in the morning and throughout the afternoon, I had been very scared, felt very bad, on the verge of fainting with strong nausea. Any had accompanied me, as always, as always; perfectly present; of a totally discreet, infinitely subtle presence. Just to tell me that she was obviously there, in a moment that she knew was important to me, but with no desire to make me believe that she could do something to the terribly deep loneliness that I was choosing in those moments, by putting myself on stage in such a situation.

David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
Jérôme Allart

Much later in the day, when it finally started, I felt free from all the evils of the earth. I was deeply happy, serene and awake, curious and excited, ready to face everything in wonderful concentration. All that painful day had allowed me to be completely where I wanted to be. So much so that I no longer felt the weight of my body as soon as the first people came in. I longed to meet them, to see who they would be.

David Noir and Any Tingay | Dildo Blesse Me | A sodomy in public place | Photo © Valérie Brancq | 2004
With Any Tingay before the four performances | Photo © Valérie Brancq | 2004
David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
Shortly before it starts | Photo © Jérôme Allart | 2004

After the last performance (I think that in the end there were only three as opposed to the four planned), a man came up to me and said that he had not understood that the issue was real If he had realised that it wasn't a fake invitation as he had thought, he would have joined me on the little stage and done it...

David Noir | Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Festival
Photo © Jérôme Allart | 2004
Dildo Blesse Me | A Sodomy in the Public Square | Visual © David Noir | 2004
Visual © David Noir | 2004

This Post Has 3 Comments

  1. Rémi Vachon

    Good evening
    How do you manage to be free of all the norms, all the principles imposed since our birth? At 57 years of age, I am still searching for complete freedom of body and mind.
    Your lyrics allow me to continue my quest and do me good in my daily life.
    Thank you

    1. David Noir

      It is encouraging events such as yours that stimulate me and confirm to me that there is meaning in expressing oneself freely; that one is not alone in thinking what one thinks, feeling what one feels. You think you're breaking down an open door by saying that, but it's not so true. I think what amazed me the most as a child was the realization that adults often based their authority on their incompetence and weaknesses, which they often camouflaged, most of the time in their own eyes. My job was not to live like that; so much the better if this process also took me a bit elsewhere. Thank you very much for that. Have a nice day.

  2. paolo

    bello

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