{"id":9689,"date":"2013-11-03T22:34:59","date_gmt":"2013-11-03T21:34:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/?page_id=9689"},"modified":"2023-02-22T13:01:42","modified_gmt":"2023-02-22T12:01:42","slug":"akureyri-i","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/galeries\/for-now-i-am-winter\/akureyri-i\/","title":{"rendered":"For now I am winter: Akureyri I"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00ab M\u00e9moire : au plus profond de la for\u00eat des songes ou des contes, j’imagine un lac noir,
\ndissimul\u00e9 sous un lit de feuilles morts, mais dont s’\u00e9coulerait l’eau tr\u00e8s claire d’un filet de voix fort douce…<\/p>\n

M\u00e9moire : ce pourrait \u00eatre encore une diffuse pr\u00e9sence maternelle, peu ou prou endeuill\u00e9e,
\nenvahissante, et dont l’\u00e2me p\u00e8se de tout son poids sur la main qui tient la plume. La
\n“m\u00e9rencolie”, ou m\u00e9lancolie, hypoth\u00e9tique figure tut\u00e9laire de tout travail d’encre ?<\/p>\n

M\u00e9moire : un tissu trou\u00e9, fait de silence et de petites phrases. Un entrelacs dont les
\nblancs ou les lacunes importent autant que les trac\u00e9s… \u00bb<\/strong>
\nJean-Michel Maulpoix, La musique inconnue<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\u00d3lafur Arnalds \u2013 Vi\u00f0 Vorum Sm\u00e1…<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00ab L’autre voix, la voix que le silence nous laisse entendre, elle s’appelle Musique. \u00bb<\/strong>
\nVladimir Jank\u00e9l\u00e9vitch<\/p>\n

Exemple\u00a0:
\n\u00ab Musique : la neige qui tombe sur un arbre mort. \u00bb<\/strong><\/a>
\nJean-Michel Maulpoix, La musique inconnue<\/p>\n

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\u00ab M\u00e9moire : au plus profond de la for\u00eat des songes ou des contes, j’imagine un lac noir, dissimul\u00e9 sous un lit de feuilles morts, mais dont s’\u00e9coulerait l’eau tr\u00e8s claire d’un filet de voix fort douce… M\u00e9moire : ce pourrait \u00eatre encore une diffuse pr\u00e9sence maternelle, peu ou prou endeuill\u00e9e, envahissante, et dont l’\u00e2me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":9617,"parent":9456,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-9689","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9689","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9689"}],"version-history":[{"count":27,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9689\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23114,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9689\/revisions\/23114"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9456"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9617"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9689"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}