Me, Lagier's Creole dog, Bernard
Me, Lagier's Creole dog, Bernard
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Many men wonder about my state of being an evening dog. Some attribute to me diabolical virtues that I would have liked to have. Others thought they understood my life and catalogued me among the list of those allergic to work... those who go very slowly in the morning, more slowly in the afternoon and who rest in the evening. But they all greet me with a "Mach!" Or a "Go away, dirty beast!" Or even a "Go there!" as virulent as it is fearful. Because in all cases, they probably perceive me in their image...
A stray dog, hunted everywhere, has only poor fellows as companions in misfortune. Titurpice and Lacolas, sleeping off their rum in a public square, are among those whom life has not spared. Intoxicated by the fumes of the alcohol that he has lapped up abundantly on the two sleeping bodies, the starving dog ends up perceiving their dreams and their bruises in their hearts.
A symbol of wandering and exclusion, this Creole dog plunges us into the past and present of a society where the law of the most powerful reigns; where outcasts only survive through paternalistic help that makes them chronic welfare recipients; where "men give in to the strength of character of West Indian women"...
A monologue in multiple voices, Moi chien créole mixes dialogue and narration, philosophy and poetry, humor and tragedy, triviality and lyricism... in a colorful language, perfectly fitting the multiple tones of a subject where Creole and French interpenetrate.
A stray dog, hunted everywhere, has only poor fellows as companions in misfortune. Titurpice and Lacolas, sleeping off their rum in a public square, are among those whom life has not spared. Intoxicated by the fumes of the alcohol that he has lapped up abundantly on the two sleeping bodies, the starving dog ends up perceiving their dreams and their bruises in their hearts.
A symbol of wandering and exclusion, this Creole dog plunges us into the past and present of a society where the law of the most powerful reigns; where outcasts only survive through paternalistic help that makes them chronic welfare recipients; where "men give in to the strength of character of West Indian women"...
A monologue in multiple voices, Moi chien créole mixes dialogue and narration, philosophy and poetry, humor and tragedy, triviality and lyricism... in a colorful language, perfectly fitting the multiple tones of a subject where Creole and French interpenetrate.
