A project. Who tries to tell himself.

Our prison is the language: a labyrinth boosted by centuries of logorrhea.

The love of words. Distrust of words.

George Battle. He is for me (and many others!) one of the most important and original French thinkers of the 20th century. He has, in his writings, announced, calculated, launched reflections on our relationship to the Cosmos, to work, to Nature, to eroticism, to the sacred which are today burning topical issues. The New Experimental Theater is also going to produce in the fall, at the Espace Libre theater, my next play Une conjuration. It features the painter André Masson and Georges Bataille. It is about the world of work and its alienation, art, fascism, nationalism and the chatter that distracts us from what blinds us and is worth contemplating… I play in the production alongside Maxim Gaudette and Catherine de Léan, under the direction of the co-director of the NTE, Daniel Brière.

Climbing a facade to reach a balcony, wearing a fuchsia lycra jumpsuit. We were both 16, it was hot, a warm breeze swept across my face, like a caring, loving hand.

The wine of summer nights suits me well. That of dark nights, icy winters, threatens me more, worries me.

A puck in the forehead on a Stanley Cup final night at the Bell Center in Montreal.

The St. Lawrence River, in all its states.

The heady patience of ornithologists.

Montreal metro cars no longer have walls…

Meetings with drooling artists, especially those who were right to be. And there aren’t many.

Political journalist, more precisely foreign correspondent, in India and in South-East Asia… I have an unbounded admiration for Neil Sheehan (1936-2021) of New York Times (A Bright Shining Lie; The Pentagon Papers) , For example. He covered the Vietnam War. He was part of that generation of American reporters who changed journalism forever, by surveying the terrain, lending a sociological or documentary ear to the parties involved in the conflicts; by daring to claim for modern journalism a more demanding, pugnacious status in the face of power.

Why don’t we have a national anti-poverty plan? Why don’t we declare war on poverty? Like that (unfortunately prevented by Capital and the war in Vietnam) of President Johnson in the United States in the 1960s? Read author Robert Caro’s biography of Lyndon B. Johnson (over 3,000 pages in four volumes!). There is much to inspire a new generation of politicians.

I would put him in contact with Claude Dubois.