Show | L’art de lancer des choses + Le feu marche sur nous + Ma solitude (is not killing me)

“Man was created by himself to throw things. ”
A backpack in the schoolyard, a burning trash can at a protest, a phone ringing in the middle of a movie: there are many things worth throwing. But you still need to know how. Here is a brief overview of(…)

“Man was created by himself to throw things. ”
A backpack in the schoolyard, a burning trash can at a protest, a phone ringing in the middle of a movie: there are many things worth throwing. But you still need to know how. Here is a brief overview of the methods and practices—ranging from theoretical insights to technical demonstrations—of this athletic, enjoyable, philosophical, and joyfully insurrectionary art.

7:00 PM > “Fire Walks Upon Us,” featuring Romain Blanchard
Theater / Duration: 40 minutes

Vesuvius, the volcano that devours men and civilizations, a purveyor of myths, an inexhaustible source of pure literature.
On its slopes: fumaroles, convulsive upheavals of the ground, harbingers of an imminent eruption and… a human silhouette. A small, round, bearded man who resembles Karl Marx.
The famous exegete Pacôme Thiellement walks the path leading to the crater of the old volcano.
His goal: to lean over the depths of the earth and create a philosophical shock that will awaken the souls of the Sans-Roi, those members of a forgotten sect who hold the true message of Christ… We’ll discuss climate destruction, revolution, political utopia, poetry, carnival, beard trimming, and pop culture.

9:00 PM > Buffet

10:00 PM > “Ma solitude (is not killing me)” by the Bureau des projets cosmiques
Actress and writer: Noëmie Edé-Decugis
Actor and technician: Tom Lacoste
Circo Bouffon – Music hall foutrash – Cabaret manifesto / For all ages 12 and up / Running time: 50 minutes

Dear Diary,
A storm, a shipwreck. I was born on a day of torrential rain in Marseille—coincidence? I don’t think so. Like in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, I am Ariel, the magical spirit imprisoned on an island held by Prospero, the self-proclaimed king. I managed to escape, to break the chains. Now free, I bring forth forgotten myths, forbidden tales, and marginalized powers.
On this island that is also my body, my stage, my battlefield, a wild siren emerges. With my alter egos—Britney Creepie Bitch, Virginia Despentes, Dalidead, Arianne Mnouchkine—and my breasts as my compass, I summon a clownish circus of the intimate and the furious, a cabaret in ruins where we will attempt to free ourselves with bursts of laughter from the hideous, stinking, oozing codes of patriarchy that cling to my skin!