Quelque chose un peu plus abstracte
I've done quite well with my new years resolution to spend less time on the internet, hence the silence, less well on the diet hence the cheese and wine tonight at W***'s birthday drink.
We have entered into the mad world of the buffoon and everyone is going a little insane. We spent last week rolling around the grand salle in hot white 'bodies'. We were given the brief to change our body shape, to produce a white body puffed out with foam into some abstract but somehow humanness (otherwise it would be impossible to move in) shape. This week the forms were given clothes.
The idea seems to be, (though I am very lost with all of this) that the buffoons are strange creatures from another world who observe humanity with all their failings and weakness' and worries and find them hilarious. They dress up like the stupid homo sapiens and take the piss without any reservations because they have no social niceness or rules, in fact, they think all those silly rules and routines that we've created are the most amusing thing of all, and don't disguise our animal passions for power, money and lust at all.
So, for the first time our autocours don't have or need a nice, neat beginning, middle and end and we are all in the shit. I was reduced to hysterical laughter quite a few times this evening. I have NEVER, not even in the 'Solitude in the city' week, been at a point on Thursday night when we have had nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared to show.
My only, and very small, consolation is that everyone appears to be in the same boat, though often when people claim to have nothing they then pull out a three act masterpiece the next day. There's a difference between nothing and noooottthiiiinnnng and my group have the latter.
L**** quotes Thierry from last year who apparently used to say of a Friday, beer in hand, when they had nothing to show, 'Ca va, t'inquiet pas... On va faire quelque chose un peu plus abstracte, quoi...'
And God bless him. Anyway that's what I've been saying all week. And may God have mercy on our souls.
We have entered into the mad world of the buffoon and everyone is going a little insane. We spent last week rolling around the grand salle in hot white 'bodies'. We were given the brief to change our body shape, to produce a white body puffed out with foam into some abstract but somehow humanness (otherwise it would be impossible to move in) shape. This week the forms were given clothes.
The idea seems to be, (though I am very lost with all of this) that the buffoons are strange creatures from another world who observe humanity with all their failings and weakness' and worries and find them hilarious. They dress up like the stupid homo sapiens and take the piss without any reservations because they have no social niceness or rules, in fact, they think all those silly rules and routines that we've created are the most amusing thing of all, and don't disguise our animal passions for power, money and lust at all.
So, for the first time our autocours don't have or need a nice, neat beginning, middle and end and we are all in the shit. I was reduced to hysterical laughter quite a few times this evening. I have NEVER, not even in the 'Solitude in the city' week, been at a point on Thursday night when we have had nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared to show.
My only, and very small, consolation is that everyone appears to be in the same boat, though often when people claim to have nothing they then pull out a three act masterpiece the next day. There's a difference between nothing and noooottthiiiinnnng and my group have the latter.
L**** quotes Thierry from last year who apparently used to say of a Friday, beer in hand, when they had nothing to show, 'Ca va, t'inquiet pas... On va faire quelque chose un peu plus abstracte, quoi...'
And God bless him. Anyway that's what I've been saying all week. And may God have mercy on our souls.
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