{"id":1881,"date":"2017-09-11T10:45:35","date_gmt":"2017-09-11T09:45:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=1881"},"modified":"2017-09-11T10:45:35","modified_gmt":"2017-09-11T09:45:35","slug":"un-caillou-dans-la-poche-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/?p=1881","title":{"rendered":"UN CAILLOU DANS LA POCHE 10"},"content":{"rendered":"

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UN CAILLOU DANS LA POCHE 10<\/h1>\n

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L’Itin\u00e9raire<\/em><\/h1>\n
par Jacques Dupin<\/em><\/div>\n<\/header>\n
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De la torpeur qui te sangle, du purin que tu fends, chim\u00e8re du rocher, le sifflement, le mal\u00e9fice me poursuivent. Un accroc dans la trame, une lacune de la partition me rendent aux<\/em>
\n ombres mal tu\u00e9es dont les yeux tournent dans l’\u00e9cume.<\/em><\/p>\n

La g\u00e9ante. La gangr\u00e8ne des marteaux s’\u00e9carte de son flanc. Elle est l’\u00e0me du bronze englouti, le glas marin.<\/em><\/p>\n

La bouffonne. Tumultueuse aux confins. Volubile dans le feuillage. Insondable sur le b\u00fbcher.<\/em><\/p>\n

La servante. Flaireuse de tisons sous les d\u00e9combres du laboratoire. Mangeuse de gravais. Une fleur l’\u00e9pouvante, un baiser la disloque.<\/em><\/p>\n

L’ing\u00e9nue. Se ch\u00e9rit par procuration. Roucoule au commandement. Voyage encore, sans s’appauvrir, dans le volume de mon pied.<\/em><\/p>\n

Un rayon dans l’eau m’offrait le ciel chang\u00e9 en serpent. Le c\u0153ur en eut raison. Le c\u0153ur, depuis le soir que tu m’es apparue. Depuis le soir que la chim\u00e8re \u00e0 jeun<\/em>
\n s’ouvrit les veines dans la gr\u00e2ce.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Tenue par la racine, poils aux nues<\/div>\n
le terrier ne peut masquer son \u00f4 d’heur, les artifices \u00e9tant\u00a0 mis en service \u00e0 d’autres fins, \u00e9trange fil du rasoir que le vocabulaire Femme-Bleue.<\/div>\n
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Un taire \u00f4<\/div>\n
peut, mais, \u00e0 condition que le ciel \u00e9claire entre les lignes la suspension.<\/div>\n
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Sous la surface de la jupe monte en bulles le remous du frisson de la question en attente. Au long du long, silhouette je te plumerais.<\/div>\n
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J’ai les mains en nage depuis des \u00e9t\u00e9s.<\/div>\n
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Niala-Loisobleu – 11 Septembre 2017<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Un Caillou dans la Poche 10<\/div>\n
2017 – Niala<\/div>\n
Acrylique et encre s\/Canson, encadr\u00e9 s\/verre 30×40<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

UN CAILLOU DANS LA POCHE 10   L’Itin\u00e9raire par Jacques Dupin \u00a0 \u00a0 De la torpeur qui te sangle, du purin que tu fends, chim\u00e8re du rocher, le sifflement, le mal\u00e9fice me poursuivent. Un accroc dans la trame, une lacune de la partition me rendent aux ombres mal tu\u00e9es dont les yeux tournent dans l’\u00e9cume. … Lire la suite de UN CAILLOU DANS LA POCHE 10<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[563079525,16442249,332070928,4036145],"tags":[31254,177,568620,154316,82171,14831],"class_list":["post-1881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-atelier-et-murmures","category-les-empreintes","category-mes-mots-peints","category-tableau-de-bord","tag-amour","tag-art","tag-arts-plastiques","tag-humanisme","tag-peinture","tag-poesie"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8rIPu-ul","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1881","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1881"}],"version-history":[{"count":25,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1937,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1881\/revisions\/1937"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}