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Creation the 12th of october 2007 at Théâtre National de Chaillot
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Dear Ulysses,
Your Mediterranean has disappeared.
Your sky is now filled with oil-black clouds, the gods are killing each other.
The immaculate, hopeful whiteness of the ‘80s has turned grey.
Something has faded.
You have become Bloom, Joyce’s wandering Jew.
You are a Ulysses who has become urbanised in the foundations of Homer’s greyness.
Your white flag is raised like a last smile ; I nearly wrote sigh.
You sail in circles, and on the shores of Ithaca we now hear only a blues melody.
And yet you are still close by.
And yet you watch us.
And yet you dance again for us.
Jean-Claude Gallotta – january 2007
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