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14 Rue Blanquerie

Tentacular narrative at the table I hid there, there, there, the fruit of an eternal search, breaks the doors, settles and leaves. Margo Chou invites us to her table and lays bare her gris-gris. The narrative unfolds. She plays with registers. Language treatments vary: from poem to subjective chronicle, with moments of music and tasting. Through lived experience and encounters, she evokes in realistic or surreal fragments the physical and mental refuges of the individual and crushes the invisible borders of our cities with the needle of her heel. She also speaks about bi…