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David Noir and Marie Notte | Ovule and Narcisse back to back | La Toison dort | Episode 7 | Retouché d'après photo © Karine Lhémon

The Egg and the Narcissus

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On a director's foolish love of actors

I am an ovum that begets fields of sterile daffodils

I dominate, I was once told. Whoa, whoa, whoa! A good joke.

Creating a spectacle or a link is part of the same chemistry. If it were true that I dominate, it would be through the desire to be impregnated, through my appetite to learn more, to have more fun, to exchange more, to enjoy more.

The narcissi regenerate only themselves, enjoy the small excess of having glimpsed themselves in the mirror. It is enough to excite their excitement. And me, and me, and me. One billion three hundred and fifty-one million Chinese citizens; emoi! emoi! emoi! The planet generates those who feed off it. They all exploit it; they say they cultivate it. Do they cultivate me like good old mother earth?

Aigrie intensive farming

How to pay yourself back?

David Noir and Marie Notte | Ovule and Narcisse back to back | La Toison dort | Episode 7 | Retouché d'après photo © Karine Lhémon
David Noir and Marie Notte | Ovule and Narcisse back to back | La Toison dort | Episode 7 | Retouché d'après photo © Karine Lhémon

My cytoplasm is being pumped more than I am being fertilised.

We give to see, to drink; we sprinkle the base of the Narcissus and we receive "Encore!

How on earth does one really create, generate, enrich one's substratum under the greedy trunks of appetites that want nothing more than to satisfy themselves? No way. It is easier to understand the cold and detached look of the researcher on his drosophila. He is not in a state of mind. He collects genetic material under the guise of proliferating the species. One must be wary of the transparency of the jars and their glass walls as well as those within which relationships emerge. Those who produce without concern for escaping the jar find themselves in their own cage.

One must disassociate oneself from one's own manna if one is to avoid being indiscriminately devoured by it. Consumption is paved with enthusiastic good intentions. "I love it, I adore it, I want more. We discuss the price; we ask for more, but we find it too expensive. You have to have everything for nothing, and it's too bad if you empty the big cell of its contents and leave behind the useless and inert membrane. She should have thought of that before; not to produce anything so attractive that others can't do it. Serves her right after all; she only had to have nothing more to say than anyone else. There is revenge in substance in this love. Perhaps not directed at anyone.

David Noir

David Noir, performer, actor, author, director, singer, visual artist, video maker, sound designer, teacher... carries his polymorphous nudity and his costumed childhood under the eyes and ears of anyone who wants to see and hear.

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