* Entendre la langue shakespearienne au théâtre des Gémeaux.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(The Tragedy of Macbeth, sc.V)
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
(The Tragedy of Macbeth, sc.V)
* Barboter dans la piscine Georges Drigny ; partager le pain de l'amitié, l'enthousiasme, la beauté des corps. Marcher face au soleil.
* Écouter Weasels ripped my flesh de Frank Zappa, Desperate Straights de Henry Cow & Slapp Happy, et de riches choses de Fred Frith. Chantonner la même chanson des Yardbirds en boucle. Danser sur Iggy Pop à la Féline.
* Avancer de la décision vers l'action.
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