création HOPE HOWL Biennale Charleroi Danses 12,13 / 11 / 11

unlock the chains of the doors...

Credits : Christian Lutz

Credits : Christian Lutz

Credits : Christian Lutz

Credits : Timo Kirez

i saw the best minds of my generation

gentled by betrayal

naked

hysterical

laughing

dragging themselves through the crowded bordellos at dawn

looking for an angry fick

The office of S., a sunny afternoon, T. lurches in, in his hands some sheets of paper, S. throws a cup of coffee at him as an address of welcome.

S: Didn't I say yesterday? Didn't I?

T: Forgive me my highness, I was...

S: You were what? Have you been drinking again? She smells his breath It's disgusting! You are disgusting!

T: But milady...

S: Milady my ass! Show me what you've got.

T. hands her over the papers, S. is reading attentively

S: This is, I can't believe it, this is crap! This is total crap! It's drivel! I have never seen such a filth!

T: May I explain, your majesty...

S: Explain? She stabs him with a pen in the hand, T. moans quietly How dare you? Do you have no honor left in you? You useless little Punk!

T: I assure you, my queen, I was...

S: Enough! Enough of this! What a grotesque spectacle. You are insulting my ears, my eyes, my existence. Down with you in the dungeon! Two armed guards appear and drag T. away

T: Have mercy, milady, I beg you, not again...

S: You shall rot down there till you come to your senses again. Till you give me what I want, what I deserve!

T: Can I keep my trousers on this time?

S: No! Unworthy midget.

T. is dragged away, S. lights up a cigarette, a contentedly smile appears on her face.