The drama of life is perhaps to speak. But, I speak to you about a drama which monopolizes a mental country belonging to Valère Novarina. (Rebroadcast March 13, 2017).
It’s funny how language triggers avalanches or cui-cui. When I hear that name Valere Novarina, I immediately have the image of a giant face armed with an enormous mouth resting on a tiny seven-league boot. It must be said that the theater of Novarina, director and Franco-Swiss painter, is peopled with words on legs. Since talking to animalsuntil pool of names Passing by The flesh of man this architect of language is building, I don’t know what… a cathedral? A shed? Or a spider’s web…
The musical choices of Valère Novarina
Lilian Nordica Isolde’s death
damia Do not say anything
Ignaz Friedman, piano Mazurka by Chopin.