What is an image of rage? What movement inspires the word of rage?
I see it in the blue color and the intoxicating smell of the garbage fires that I watched at night in the bush, beautiful and cruel. I see it in the perpetual whirlwinds of the waters stirred by the twists of the receding river shore, or, in the stormy roars of the ocean. I see it in the red matter of the glass put in the fireplace before the dazzling gesture freezes it. And I remember the rabbies disease (when I was in Ethiopia), the emergency people travelled for a vaccine before hydrophobia, and death. The urgency to kill all dogs. The body reappears in the face of hypnotic danger, in the face of what is irreversible.
We are a dance, we emerge as poetry from this ruthless movement: an unknown face hybridized with a cruelty ⎯ which belongs to us ⎯ lets us emerge. Because our bodies have disappeared; under the (sanitary) bell we have ceased to moult, we have mutated alongside the inform norm that we reflect in the smooth pond (the screen). The comedies are numb, the words consumed consume semblance and idolatry. The rage is latent, however, we are looking for what flag to draw that is neither of a (political) party nor of an asbestos faith. if we raised that flag on fire, on water, what color would it be?
La Rabbia is a text and film written and made by Pier Paolo Pasolini in 1963. Rage reflects La Rabbia through spaces that are not typical scenes. The hybrid music is an alliance of baroque acoustic instrument, voice and electronics. For the choreographic work I want to measure the states of the body on the edge of a so-called emergency, to make them both material of an elusive movement and object/subjects of a terrorizing beauty. Two bodies rise up, panting "a slowness which rushes" (cf. John Genet). I would like to express this compromise of beauty as an image of rage; this, by activating a hypnotic, precious, extremely vertiginous artistic writing in what it opens to time and space.