WHAT ARE WE CELEBRATING?

The memory of that madman Flaubert. Yes, but not only that... We're celebrating madmen and their souls, man's stupidity, his doubts, his beauty and the world, "this great idiot, which has been spinning in space for so many centuries without taking a step, and which howls and drools and tears itself apart". For this celebration, we are basing ourselves on his very first work, "Mémoires d'un fou", which he finished writing at the age of 17 (1838) and which was not published until 1901, 21 years after his death.

There can be no great celebration without music, without bodies moving in space in search of intoxication. The sound is distorted, the audience contorted and carried away by the torment of the endlessly spinning hoops, to the point of going mad. The images and movements link up and intermingle like a collage of thoughts that fade into the horizon.

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What if we were to take scepticism and despair to their logical conclusion, and even laugh about it? For Flaubert, it was this liberating laughter that brought him down and put his thoughts into perspective. Humour and self-mockery punctuate the dramaturgy of this work with a few digressions on society and humanity.

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The performance is guided by this oscillation of reflections that are still relevant today: a society that corrupts minds and "dries up hearts", the approaching end of humanity, nature reclaiming its rights after debauchery.

And where is the love in all this, do we even manage to express it?