{"id":5895,"date":"2024-05-18T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-05-17T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/project-en\/maison-chaos\/"},"modified":"2025-09-07T18:41:16","modified_gmt":"2025-09-07T16:41:16","slug":"maison-chaos","status":"publish","type":"project-en","link":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/project-en\/maison-chaos\/","title":{"rendered":"Maison Chaos"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Maison chaos is a show woven from committed poetry, slam, lyrical song, electronic music and ambient soundscapes that maps the traces left by misogynist violence on the body, the earth and memory.<\/p>\n<p>Jo\u00eblle Sambi&#8217;s harsh words and searing poetry strike at these traces, stripping them bare and exposing them. Telling the story of skin under siege, of a bumpy road, of rumbling anger, of a stifled voice, of the victim, good or bad, or the one we don&#8217;t want to be. Questioning the murky waters and endless spiral of patriarchy: first the \u2018they\u2019, then only the \u2018them\u2019, the monopolisation of skins, the enclave of minds, the cyclical violence, the immensity of silence, of indifference, of chaos&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Where is the way out of these traps and impasses, the way out of the mess? Where is the place of peace? \u2018There are only our bodies-territories, places of struggle, spaces of combat from which we survive\u2019, Jo\u00eblle proclaims with her sharp pen that strips away and broadens our vision. &#8220;To tell in order to destroy and remake. To tell in order to start again and act&#8221;. Whether intimate, geographical or mental, the roads to survival are singular, full of cracks and sometimes life-saving.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There are glimpses of fireflies in my memory. They don&#8217;t illuminate me, they blind me. They are the flame that keeps me alive. I never forget. No detail, however vague. A woman&#8217;s body is a territory.<\/p>\n<p>Author, poet, slammer, Afrofeminist, LGBTQIA+ activist, e<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Maison chaos is a show woven from committed poetry, slam, lyrical song, electronic music and ambient soundscapes that maps the traces left by misogynist violence on the body, the earth and memory.<\/p>\n<p>Jo\u00eblle Sambi&#8217;s harsh words and searing poetry strike at these traces, stripping them bare and exposing them. Telling the story of skin under siege, of a bumpy road, of rumbling anger, of a stifled voice, of the victim, good or bad, or the one we don&#8217;t want to be. Questioning the murky waters and endless spiral of patriarchy: first the \u2018they\u2019, then only the \u2018them\u2019, the monopolisation of skins, the enclave of minds, the cyclical violence, the immensity of silence, of indifference, of chaos&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Where is the way out of these traps and impasses, the way out of the mess? Where is the place of peace? \u2018There are only our bodies-territories, places of struggle, spaces of combat from which we survive\u2019, Jo\u00eblle proclaims with her sharp pen that strips away and broadens our vision. &#8220;To tell in order to destroy and remake. To tell in order to start again and act&#8221;. Whether intimate, geographical or mental, the roads to survival are singular, full of cracks and sometimes life-saving.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There are glimpses of fireflies in my memory. They don&#8217;t illuminate me, they blind me. They are the flame that keeps me alive. I never forget. No detail, however vague. A woman&#8217;s body is a territory.<\/p>\n<p>Author, poet, slammer, Afrofeminist, LGBTQIA+ activist, e<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":5896,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false},"categories":[142],"tags":[144],"class_list":["post-5895","project-en","type-project-en","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-performing-arts-en","tag-on-tour-en"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project-en\/5895","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/project-en"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/project-en"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5896"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5895"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5895"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edithherregods.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5895"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}