The Fleece is Sleeping | An Ancient Sex Series
3rd Era: Waiting for the Heroes | Episode 7
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Excerpt from episode 7
Sequence 2A DRY TRAIN |
J’avais une chatte, une chienne, une femme, un mari, une araignée eh oui / Je vivais dans les poils / My ejaculations were laughter and tears of our sexes / And all our cats together I wanted to dance / You don't need love to love yourself; you only need to understand your history / Why take your life back when it exists better in the illusion of others? / So I left it in the hands of the apostles / In those precise moments, I could have fucked everyone and we hardly knew each other / I felt like putting my hand flat, palm raised motionless and delicate / Right there underneath, in furtive contact with your hair and my expectations / Waiting to be moistened by the dewdrops at the dawn of your pussy /
For the days go by faster for our sexes than for ourselves / They grace us with their effusions / From their blast furnaces in the bosom of their crucible / There I was the happy xenophobe of all identities to the exclusion of my own / No desire to understand / No thirst to be accepted / No need to be elsewhere / As for you, I would not have exchanged with you, foreigners of the street / You are more than a peril, the enemy by all the incoherence that floats in your eyes / Eyes unaware even of knowing they see /
And it complains about the lack, mouths open, screaming like lambs in troops, their infamous cries, with nothing more in the voices than one would find in living horns / Other Worlds, you are unacceptable to me / You are the exact portrait of the formless threat that keeps lurking in the depths of my brain / Forever secondary residence, where the eroticism of boys is so strong that it fights itself / I find my resort there /
In addition to my cock that I cuddle, the companions of my erotic solitude remain forever my feet, my breasts, my anus, my armpits and my buttocks / I look after them like pets, I touch them, massage them and oil them / I like to feel them / Thanks to them, I have given what I can / From now on, I leave the plains of the all and sundry and go towards my own little industry / What is this journey then? / What is this journey? / If it's not through the ass / If it's not through the head / If it's not through the mouth / What the hell is it through?
It goes where and what? / When? / When it goes by, you tell me; it will whistle three times / Once for you / Once for me / Once for the resistance to all this / And even once to not die of this / And even once again to survive a little beyond / And the train will whistle and five times, and six times... / What does it go by? / Does it go by or what does it break? / Ah, it's really clever to make poetry at this hour /
Shake me off combat !
CYCLE - THE FLEECE SLEEPS - SEASON 2007-2008
Place of operation: JEMMAPS SPACE
A creation by David Noir produced by L'Entreprise Noire in co-direction with L'Espace Jemmapes and La Guillotine.
DESIGN | TEXTS | VIDEOS
© David NOIR
INTERPRETATION: Marie NOTTE | David NOIR
Lighting design : Soizic TIETTO
Assistant: Any TINGAY
- 25 APRIL 2008 | ESPACE JEMMAPES