A contemporary company that surfs on the antique
I defend the place of my masculine self in the guise of a monkey who plays, who sings.
Life is a gas factory that works.
A cycle of creations conceived and performed by DAVID NOIR
What could be a synopsis:
It starts with a single man, prepared since childhood, walking to meet the greatest number. We'll call him JaZon.
Thus opens before him, the era of the cowardice of men in the face of the determination of one.
Medea The Guenon and JaZon The Peacock - Between Vanity and Appetite for Power, the Ambitions of a Couple of Ordinary Powers that the Child-People pay with their Flesh in a Total Anonymity. These are Episodes where the Music-Hall and the Silent Cinema are interposed between the Vestiges of a Moribund Theatre. The Respectable Antique Rhymes with Money under the Reign of an Indefinitely Enviable Knock. And the Ephemeral Gods are adorned with a Pink Pubis, Fleece like a Cotton Candy. Sex - Candy sugar dissolves under the tongue in Cultural Homeopathy. Real Body, Not Too Much Needed. This Time We'll Have Voted Right Again; Budgets Are Balanced. Demos : Ten / Kratos : It costs Nothing.
My Tail Makes Politeness! DN 2007
The spectacle and the taste for power
"I heard that novelists write - I heard that respect is a value - I heard that the world is not made of followers - I heard that artists are nice and that creating is cool - I heard that insulting traitors is stupid and obsolete - I heard that being free is having limits - I heard that being a coward depends on circumstances - I heard that being a man requires sacrifice - I heard that being a man requires sacrifice - I heard that the world is made up of people who are good at what they do, I heard that insulting traitors is stupid and obsolete - I heard that being free means having limits - I heard that being a coward depends on the circumstances - I heard that being a man requires sacrifices - I heard that sex is now uninhibited - Is there a sexuality specific to right-wing thinking? Does the penis adhere to all parts? Could a left-wing scholarship sustain itself? At what point does one force an opening in the center? Is being afraid a trend? Does a monkey that paints with its tail have a place in the art market? "
In search of a safe corner to nest another male, I am a primate of the human species, a male individual, disguised as a monkey, disguised as everything; singing, moving and stammering in the middle of other animals.
To write is not to make a work; to write is to think and to think is to live
La Toison dort | A co-production of L'Entreprise Noire, La Guillotine & L'Espace Jemmapes
All 9 episodes of The Sleeping Fleece
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 1 | Famine Pasta Rice
Artists really are a race of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the pure, unadulterated jerk...
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 2 | La petite boutique erreurs
...but what is the relationship between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genuflections? Have we ever had intercourse?
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 3 | I had a classmate
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 4 | Planet of the Women
Sport, nothing but sport with no qualms and no sex with women at this time because the male friendship is also disintegrating...
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 5 | The Naked Golem and the Kids
It's too big / It's too big / It's too much everywhere / It's too much all the time / Go get EMETH and touch yourself
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 6 | The Anal Community
I came back from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I rode all the way around on my own back / Sometimes it's all right
The Fleece Sleeps | Episode 7 | Last Irrevocables
I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
The Fleece is Sleeping | episode 8 | We laugh! We laugh! Laugh it up!
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 9 | The Sacred Man of Jazon
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. The right taste breaks my balls.