J’aurais jamais d\u00fb<\/em><\/p>\nM’\u00e9loigner de mon arbre<\/p>\n
Aupr\u00e8s de mon arbre<\/p>\n
Je vivais heureux<\/p>\n
J’aurais jamais d\u00fb<\/p>\n
Le quitter des yeux<\/p>\n
Georges Brassens<\/p>\n
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Jamais livre ne m\u2019aura laiss\u00e9 aussi silencieuse que celui-l\u00e0<\/em><\/p>\nL\u2019arbre de vie du vide\u2026de Michel Camus<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\nLe vide serait-il en vie\u00a0? Est-il la source o\u00f9 l\u2019arbre prend racine\u00a0?<\/em><\/p>\nJe retourne souvent ce livre dans mes mains, comme pour mieux sentir quelque chose qui n\u2019est pas l\u00e0\u2026.\u00a0Je touche la mati\u00e8re du bout des doigts.<\/em><\/p>\nDes mots imprim\u00e9s sur un papier Ingres d\u2019Arches.\u00a0<\/em>
\n 63 pages\u00a0qui guettent le silence, des fragments et une solide colonne vert\u00e9brale.<\/em><\/p>\nMichel Camus auteur et \u00e9diteur ( Les \u00e9ditions Lettres vives fond\u00e9es en 1981\u00a0avec Claire Ti\u00e9vant ) aime que les livres naissent \u00ab\u00a0moins d’une connaissance qui vient de l’ext\u00e9rieur que d’une \u00e9coute int\u00e9rieure qui interroge les sources de la conscience\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\nAinsi chemine-t-il avec les qu\u00eateurs d\u2019absolu .\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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\n| <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n Que sait-on sans mot dire du silence\u00a0?<\/em><\/p>\nL\u2019unit\u00e9 du son et du silence s\u2019entend<\/em><\/p>\nDans l\u2019apparition du murmure<\/em><\/p>\nIssu de la source en amont\u00a0:<\/em><\/p>\nEt du silence et de la parole\u00a0;<\/em><\/p>\ndisparaissant d\u2019un seul tenant<\/em><\/p>\ncomme la note finale du dernier tango de l\u2019aurore<\/em><\/p>\nMichel Camus page 31 – L’Arbre de vie du vide<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Quand le silence devient-il effectif<\/em><\/p>\ncharnellement pr\u00e9sent\u00a0?<\/em>
\n dans l\u2019\u00e9rotisme, l\u2019oeuvre d\u2019art et la mort\u00a0:<\/em><\/p>\nConfondus d\u2019un seul tenant<\/em><\/p>\ndans leur propre silence.<\/em><\/p>\nSeul le silence de l\u2019amour peut combler<\/em><\/p>\nde lumi\u00e8re<\/em><\/p>\nles bouches d\u2019ombre de nos pens\u00e9es.<\/em><\/p>\nLe silence ferm\u00e9 sur soi du monde min\u00e9ral<\/em><\/p>\nne s\u2019ouvre qu\u2019aux racines<\/em><\/p>\nde l\u2019arbre de vie du vide<\/em><\/p>\nMichel camus – page 23 – l’Arbre de vie du vide<\/em><\/p>\n\n Mains tenant, j’ai l’obligation de me taire pour qu’elle n’ait aucun doute.<\/p>\n N-L – 22\/0917<\/p>\n ![\"P1050464\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/alainnialablog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/p1050464.jpg?resize=676%2C901&ssl=1\") <\/p>\n
Arbre de Vie (Cette Intime Vision)<\/em><\/p>\n2017 – Niala<\/em><\/p>\nAcrylique s\/Canson, encadr\u00e9 s\/verre 30×40<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" ARBRE DE VIE (Cette Intime Vision) MICHEL CAMUS Le po\u00e8te du silence Aupr\u00e8s de mon arbre Je vivais heureux J’aurais jamais d\u00fb M’\u00e9loigner de mon arbre Aupr\u00e8s de mon arbre Je vivais heureux J’aurais jamais d\u00fb Le quitter des yeux Georges Brassens Jamais livre ne m\u2019aura laiss\u00e9 aussi silencieuse que celui-l\u00e0 L\u2019arbre de … Lire la suite de ARBRE DE VIE (Cette Intime Vision)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_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},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[563079525,16442249,332070928,4036145],"tags":[31254,177,568620,154316,24805487,82171,14831],"class_list":["post-2018","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-michel-camus","tag-peinture","tag-poesie"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8rIPu-wy","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2018","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=2018"}],"version-history":[{"count":25,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2018\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2051,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2018\/revisions\/2051"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2018"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2018"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alainnialablog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2018"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}} |
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