{"id":12115,"date":"2014-03-09T01:08:53","date_gmt":"2014-03-09T00:08:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/?p=12115"},"modified":"2023-02-23T09:08:49","modified_gmt":"2023-02-23T08:08:49","slug":"un-dimanche-apres-midi-dans-la-tete-jean-michel-maulpoix","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/un-dimanche-apres-midi-dans-la-tete-jean-michel-maulpoix\/","title":{"rendered":"un dimanche apr\u00e8s-midi dans la t\u00eate (Jean-Michel Maulpoix)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001.jpg\" title=\"\"\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-fxb5yYw8\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001.jpg\" alt=\"Paris\" width=\"1280\" height=\"862\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-12116\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001.jpg 1280w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001-140x94.jpg 140w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001-315x212.jpg 315w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001-630x424.jpg 630w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001-700x471.jpg 700w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/DSC04732-001-332x223.jpg 332w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 190%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 60px; padding-right: 60px;\">\u00ab Ombre de l&#8217;ombre. On se regarde un peu de biais et l&#8217;on attend.<\/p>\n<div class=\"compact_audio_player_wrapper\"><div class=\"sc_player_container1\"><input type=\"button\" id=\"btnplay_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627','http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Portishead-Wandering-star-live-2008.mp3','80','true');show_hide('play','69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627','','80','true');show_hide('stop','69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627');\" \/><div id=\"sm2-container\"><!-- flash movie ends up here --><\/div><\/div><\/div>        <script type=\"text\/javascript\" charset=\"utf-8\">\n        soundManager.setup({\n            url: \"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/plugins\/compact-wp-audio-player\/swf\/soundmanager2.swf\",\n            onready: function() {\n                var mySound = soundManager.createSound({\n                    id: \"btnplay_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\",\n                    volume: \"80\",\n                    url: \"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/Portishead-Wandering-star-live-2008.mp3\"\n                });\n                var auto_loop = \"true\";\n                mySound.play({\n                    onfinish: function() {\n                        if (auto_loop == \"true\") {\n                            loopSound(\"btnplay_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\");\n                        } else {\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\").style.display = \"inline\";\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\").style.display = \"none\";\n                        }\n                    }\n                });\n                document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\").style.display = \"none\";\n                document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69f8d8bbc6ac50.26380627\").style.display = \"inline\";\n            },\n            ontimeout: function() {\n                \/\/ SM2 could not start. Missing SWF? Flash blocked? Show an error.\n                alert(\"Error! Audio player failed to load.\");\n            }\n        });\n        <\/script>\n         <span style=\"font-size: 100%; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; \">Portishead &#8211; Wandering star (live 2008)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">\u00ab Le plus pr\u00e8s, le plus juste, c&#8217;est pourtant cette blancheur. Absent, mais commen\u00e7ant, sans but ni projet, effray\u00e9 du premier faux pas. \u00c9crire est un essai de voix. Dehors gr\u00e9sille. Terre et t\u00eate tournent. Les mots, les heures, la plume aiguille, la page horloge. Un apr\u00e8s-midi o\u00f9 se perdre. Une chance de s&#8217;en aller peut-\u00eatre.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Ne rien dire. Mais les mots se pressent. Ils sont en foule et par bouff\u00e9es le sang de ce silence.<\/p>\n<p><p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">La langue \u00e0 l\u2019\u0153uvre, comme chair embaum\u00e9e, seule sur l&#8217;escalier vide. L&#8217;encre prend plaisir \u00e0 se perdre,<br \/>\n.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Nulle trace. Page hiberne. On voit encore filer l\u00e0-bas des trains de nuit, hurlant aux carrefours de la plaine. Des tra\u00eeneaux d\u00e9valent la montagne. Si peu d&#8217;encre d\u00e9place tant de pierres. \u00c9boulis d&#8217;un r\u00eave enfantin. Neige recouvrant la neige, m\u00e9moire en avalanche. La plume est cette aiguille qui tremble dans le bras d&#8217;un mort.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 230%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 60px; padding-right: 160px;\">\u00ab Envie d&#8217;un pas qui se rapproche, d&#8217;un froissement. La voici : elle a d\u00e9fait sa <a href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/robe.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-fxb5yYw8\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\">robe<\/a> dans la fra\u00eecheur.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Il fallut descendre d&#8217;abord, ne rien vouloir, pas m\u00eame se perdre. Descendre dans l&#8217;attente et l&#8217;absence, et devenir une esp\u00e8ce de fant\u00f4me p\u00e2le, pour que recommencent toutes choses.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Sur la page, des cristaux se d\u00e9tachent. Carreaux bris\u00e9s, tra\u00een\u00e9es de craie, une port\u00e9e de taches d&#8217;encre&#8230; Blouse grise boutonn\u00e9e jusqu&#8217;en haut, rapi\u00e9c\u00e9e mais convenable. Quelques gamins criards avant la classe, align\u00e9s sous le pr\u00e9au. Cartable sous le bras, plein de billes et d&#8217;oiseaux mal dessin\u00e9s, de copeaux, de crayons cass\u00e9s.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Comme une odeur ancienne. Quelqu&#8217;un se penche par-dessus l&#8217;\u00e9paule et observe. Comme cette lampe allum\u00e9e sur la rive du lac. La nuit lente avance \u00e0 pas de scarab\u00e9e, lissant parfois ses ailes. \u00c0 une vingtaine de centim\u00e8tres du visage et de l&#8217;haleine, un lit de papier, une \u00eele pure au milieu du monde.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Ce sont des nu\u00e9es d&#8217;anges qui ont perdu leur dieu et qui chantent \u00e0 pierre fendre. On entend au loin des coups de fusil. Voici l&#8217;automne de couleur rouge : les mots tombent par poign\u00e9es. R\u00e9colte des papillons gel\u00e9s, bouches closes dans l&#8217;herbe. Quand les feuilles seront bien s\u00e8ches, il restera au pied des arbres de petits squelettes en forme de chandeliers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">On s&#8217;en retourne <a href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/releves\/lichen\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">vers l&#8217;enfance \u00e0 pas de loup<\/a>. Des cheveux sur la neige. F\u00e9\u00e9rie des premiers flocons. Echarpes et bonnet de laine. L&#8217;encre parfois p\u00e9tille un peu. On ne s&#8217;en ira pas si vite.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">On attendra que cicatrise le ciel. \u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 400; padding-left: 160px; padding-right: 60px;\">Jean-Michel Maulpoix, Un dimanche apr\u00e8s-midi dans la t\u00eate<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: courier; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;\">* J&#8217;ai coup\u00e9 dans le texte, comme on travaillerait la terre glaise, avec lenteur et application, un mouvement r\u00e9p\u00e9titif et lancinant, lire relire revenir, reprendre. Ce qu&#8217;on filtre, ce que la musique nous am\u00e8ne \u00e0 filtrer, des respirations, une ponctuation, ces silences qu&#8217;on entend et qui se creusent sous la paume, gonflent si plein, l\u00e9gers lourds opaques, du coton peut-\u00eatre.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":12116,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[60],"tags":[65],"class_list":["post-12115","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-releves","tag-jean-michel-maulpoix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12115","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"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=12115"}],"version-history":[{"count":56,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12115\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23159,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12115\/revisions\/23159"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12116"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}