I installed myself in front of the computer. Write an article for Argia. What about? What write about not knowing? Too typical? Depending on what the guts set in motion when the bile turns into a word?

In theatre or literature, in my case, the choice of content and themes has not always been conscious. They do not come from in-depth reflection, documentation work or research intention with a specific objective. The motor is much simpler, more silly, more humane: my choices come from the need to vomit and the intention of love to provoke vomiting. Why? I don't know. If I'm thinking, you might find a reason, or you might invent it. But I would have to make an effort to do so. I can make an effort. Is it worth doing it? I don't know.

I've always felt like the most interesting creations that the creators who created them. I am very pleased, I am very grateful for the welcome or impact that the work of our team has had. It doesn't matter if that echo has been big or small, it doesn't matter what you compare it to, sharing the attention and energy of a single person is a gigantic gift. For example, at the moment you are reading these lines. On the other hand, if someone leads them to do their own creative work (even at the level of intimate thinking), it seems to me that it is great. The moment when another (a musician, a filmmaker, one or more dramatists) creates that movement for me because I love it myself: as his work I gather, I am creating my own work, until theirs almost loses importance.

In most cases, the work of creation exceeds the creator himself. Of course, when I write, I put it from my head, but not just. I'm constantly filming the work of other agents, the world that I am writes to a great extent what I say: childhood, people that I love, talks in coffee shops, criticisms and provocations received, books read, headlines, shocking my feet that my friends have forgiven me, applause denied by the public... The world I am writes this same article that I'm writing with me. Work should always be signed as follows: “The author’s name and context”, “The author’s name and the books he has read”, “The author’s name and his conversations with his friends”. Or no names.

I write my texts at a time when there is a need to vomit: the poetic oka. I write my texts from within a society that needs vomiting: the political oka. And this time, this society, among other things, has its guts on issues of racism and gender, bile, the waste that needs to be thrown out. I also vote for that society without knowing how, why, from where, to where.

But with the need to reach calm after vomiting.