Il suffit de se laisser aller à être (2020)

Note about the piece

A consciously tired consideration, expressed in the opening verses, brings out the image of a human being (a woman) who develops her own personality through a continuous need for mitigation and control of instinct.
The apex of this process is precisely the creation of the word; as if the fulfilled thought gets lost in the act of expressing itself in speech, or in song.

In the dialogue with the ensemble and its changing sounds, a new, underground possibility (suspended, fragmented, violent, physical) is sensed, of that body entangled in mental fetters and emptied of its thought: it is the paroxysm of the denunciation of separation.
The voice thus becomes the essential organ of a body that searches for itself in these innervated movements and the word is a word that almost tends to destroy itself, transforming itself and confronting itself with a gesture that generates the external form of the word itself in space.

Finding a body without lacerations, divisions and separate functions: that is the bone made of desire, memory, traction, compression, bending, shearing, twisting that Artaud himself tells us is necessary to live.
To exist, instead, it is enough to let oneself go.

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Text by A. Artaud

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“Pour exister il suffit de se laisser aller à être, mais pour vivre, il aut être quelqu’un, pour être quelqu’un, il faut avoir un OS, ne pas avoir peur de montrer l’os, et de perdre la viande en passant.

L’homme a toujours mieux aimé la viande que la terre de os.
Cela vient de ce que l’homme, un beau jour, a arrêté l’idée du monde.

Deux routes s’offraient à lui: celle de l’infini dehors, ce de l’infime dedans. Et il a choisi l’infime dedans. Là où il n’y a qu’à presser le rat, la langue, l'anus, ou le gland. [...] Et dieu, dieu lui-même a pressé le mouvement.

... Pour exister il suffit de se laisser aller à être, mais pour vivre...”

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Duration: ca. 15'

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