infinite writing
A poetic proliferation of synaptic connections in order to cover with a muffled coating the foundations of a developing mental universe
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
...but what's the connection between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...
Le Cabaret | The vital essence of the stage, an immoderate taste for exhibition, an obscene face-to-face encounter with the audience, immersion in murky waters and delicious spit.
It's not a question of being in good terms with anyone who doesn't want to be, nor of "making society", yuck once and for all! It's about deserving one's supposed brain capacities as an evolved individual. There is a price to be paid for becoming human: not just being.
Varied identities: king by first names, warrior on a platter, poet a little every day. Black, slave anar, brown nigger. Bi, even gay when I get there.
Here you can go behind the scenes of the site, through the meanders of the artistic spirit that presides over it. There's no ergonomics or coherence, just a thriving poetry.
A little brutality in this world of poetry. No kidding. You don't really think I want to meet humans, do you? You're not my face. You're not my project.
David Noir has been charting a winding path to the stage and the performing arts since 1986 as a performer, actor, singer, author and director.
