Joris Lacoste Nouvelles révélations sur le jeune homme direction Joris Lacoste & Séverine Batier Excerpts (...) Silence, movement all around, rhythm and then faces, pure faces, the voice - The dirty kitchen, songs standing on the table, patients to watch over, breathing, mattresses on the floor, thirst, the smell of washing next door, the smell of urine, sleep which overtakes - The noise of cars, dogs, pedestrian crossings, rain, exhaust fumes, those who walk and those who wait, evening - Sandwiches under the trees, Jeanne at Montreuil, her brother's laugh, boxers in the garage, lost faces, powerlessness and rebellion, Martin's surprise - Friends departed, others fled, the tired girl the sister of drunkenness, Pierre's smile, the unforgotten brother, his head and body, boys' modesty and the sacrifice of one of them, happiness - The clinking of the knife on the glass, impatience, Mathieu's feigned crisis, the arrival of the police and silent agitation, groaning behind the door, a fit of giggles - Your mouth trembles. The song, the young girl abandoned, the weight of the body on the back, happiness, Claire and Martin making faces, the sudden explosion in the metro, stories - (...) (Vaguely and voicelessly, to go out, go out, to follow the same glimmer of light, the same vague flame et to lose oneself, to fall, from exhaustion again, from despondency, to find again the same distance but new, to array oneself with a new freshness, like putting on a mask, a costume - and in the dark town to go out, vaguely and without a true voice, sickly but strong smells, human, these images of skin no longer quivering but poor, soiled, human, to go beyond faces, what happiness, beyond proper names, men and women, most probably stupid, able-bodied, free to see and to hear : My love, my love, turn around, give your hands, your legs, your mouth, turn around, give, give -) (...) The wait at the supermarket, the fireworks, the rings under Pierre's eyes, the children's race at the hospital, the useless justification, the sleepy girl - Rain in one's mouth and on one's cheeks, stupid questions, the wallet found in the elevator, the not-to-do and the nothing, the tearing apart - The promise, fear of falling, the red trousers, the right song, hunger - - One slightly rainy day, Julien-the-Poor and Julien-the-Mad departs by bus and in others' cars one rainy day perhaps disappears almost for ever one morning near the river is discovered with his hood pulled up his eyes empty a man neither old nor poor nor distraught decidedly counting the money in his pocket crime money the money found in the kitchen drawer gets up and almost falls in the cold water almost falls poor boy well then finished would be Julien-the-Drowned for ever with his poems his lucky charm floating for ever on the river murmuring Goodnight Goodnight - (...) Is it not you, Julien, who played the brute, who filled your parents with despair, destroyed your parents, assassinated your parents with your false suicides and journeys to the ends of the earth, your women abandoned in Africa and your absurd, useless boasting, is it not you, you, who left the first day with the savings from the kitchen drawer and the wallet in your pocket, Julien of bad poets and women's magazines, Julien of red mopeds and later stolen cars, - Just look at your works, Julien, madness and desolation in the windowless house, Mathieu on his bicycle on faraway roads, Marie in a hole as you know, the absurd girl lying down with the dog, Quentin who doesn't want to come out of the toilet and your brother next door, your only brother, an idiot in the room next door on the grey carpet, just look, look, - (...) © 2001 "Théâtre-contemporain.net". Tous droits réservés.