{"id":4049,"date":"2012-10-22T12:11:33","date_gmt":"2012-10-22T10:11:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/?p=4049"},"modified":"2023-02-23T09:16:49","modified_gmt":"2023-02-23T08:16:49","slug":"cetait-un-jour-de-neige","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/cetait-un-jour-de-neige\/","title":{"rendered":"c&#8217;\u00e9tait un jour de neige (Ren\u00e9 Pons)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-7kSsrF38\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-4052\" title=\"D\u00e9sormais chaque seconde est une menace silencieuse.\" alt=\"\u00ab D\u00e9sormais chaque seconde est une menace silencieuse. \u00bb\" src=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether-630x422.jpg\" width=\"630\" height=\"422\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether-630x422.jpg 630w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether-140x93.jpg 140w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether-315x211.jpg 315w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether-700x468.jpg 700w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether-332x222.jpg 332w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 630px) 100vw, 630px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a title=\"'il soit de la sc\u00e8ne, chacun de nous, qu'il le veuille ou non, fait partie de la distribution. \u00bb&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;br \/&gt;\nRen\u00e9 Pons, Carnets du Vide, 1991\" href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-7kSsrF38\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-4055\" title=\"Si \u00e9loign\u00e9 qu'il soit de la sc\u00e8ne, chacun de nous, qu'il le veuille ou non, fait partie de la distribution.\" alt=\"\u00ab Si \u00e9loign\u00e9 qu'il soit de la sc\u00e8ne, chacun de nous, qu'il le veuille ou non, fait partie de la distribution. \u00bb\" src=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether-630x422.jpg\" width=\"630\" height=\"422\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether-630x422.jpg 630w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether-140x93.jpg 140w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether-315x211.jpg 315w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether-700x468.jpg 700w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether-332x222.jpg 332w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 630px) 100vw, 630px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine.png\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-7kSsrF38\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-4102\" title=\"il n'y a plus de spectateurs pour le drame qui se joue.\" alt=\"\u00ab En bas, dans la plaine, l'usine atomique. D\u00e9sormais chaque seconde est une menace silencieuse. La catastrophe est devenue chronique. Paradoxalement, dans cette soci\u00e9t\u00e9 dite, \u00e0 juste titre, du spectacle, il n'y a plus de spectateurs pour le drame qui se joue. Si \u00e9loign\u00e9 qu'il soit de la sc\u00e8ne, chacun de nous, qu'il le veuille ou non, fait partie de la distribution. \u00bb Ren\u00e9 Pons, Carnets du Vide, 1991\" src=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine-630x422.png\" width=\"630\" height=\"422\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine-630x422.png 630w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine-140x93.png 140w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine-315x211.png 315w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine-700x468.png 700w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine-332x222.png 332w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine.png 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 630px) 100vw, 630px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"compact_audio_player_wrapper\"><div class=\"sc_player_container1\"><input type=\"button\" id=\"btnplay_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','69f64f36dcdb18.02549700','http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/Songs_and_Poems_SongII.mp3','80','true');show_hide('play','69f64f36dcdb18.02549700');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','69f64f36dcdb18.02549700','','80','true');show_hide('stop','69f64f36dcdb18.02549700');\" \/><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_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\",\n                    volume: \"80\",\n                    url: \"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/Songs_and_Poems_SongII.mp3\"\n                });\n                var auto_loop = \"true\";\n                mySound.play({\n                    onfinish: function() {\n                        if (auto_loop == \"true\") {\n                            loopSound(\"btnplay_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\");\n                        } else {\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\").style.display = \"inline\";\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\").style.display = \"none\";\n                        }\n                    }\n                });\n                document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\").style.display = \"none\";\n                document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69f64f36dcdb18.02549700\").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; \">Wendy Sutter &#8211; Songs &amp; Poems for Solo Cello II \u2013 Philip Glass<\/span><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 140%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300; padding-left: 80px; padding-right: 80px;\">Traverser la France d&#8217;un bout \u00e0 l&#8217;autre, ne rencontrer que le blanc et les terres disparues dans le feutre silencieux de d\u00e9cembre. Les ventres pleins, les coffres et les galeries satur\u00e9s. Le temps de deux jours les morts s&#8217;\u00e9taient rappel\u00e9s \u00e0 nous avec plus de vigueur que d&#8217;ordinaire et quand il y en avait, les enfants nous les avaient rendus joyeux. Quelque agitation dans les maisons, temps d&#8217;arr\u00eat impos\u00e9 dans l&#8217;ann\u00e9e finissante, nous avions tent\u00e9, \u00e0 hauteur de ce que nous pouvions, d&#8217;oublier le reste. Le poids des jours, de la fatigue, du quotidien : c&#8217;est \u00e0 cela que sert le rite. <a title=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc-et-lether.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-7kSsrF38\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\">Et pourtant, sur le chemin de retour d\u00e9j\u00e0<\/a>, le flux immobile et sans fin des voitures ainsi que le passage r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9 \u00e0 proximit\u00e9 de tant de centrales, <em>Nogent<\/em>, <em>Belleville<\/em>, <em>Saint-Alban<\/em>, <em>Cruas<\/em>, <em>Boll\u00e8ne&#8230;<\/em> nous \u00e9cartaient de nos tristes nombrils pour nous ramener <a title=\"'il soit de la sc\u00e8ne, chacun de nous, qu'il le veuille ou non, fait partie de la distribution. \u00bb&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;br \/&gt;&lt;br \/&gt;\nRen\u00e9 Pons, Carnets du Vide, 1991\" href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/le-blanc_et_l_ether.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-7kSsrF38\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\">avec plus de force encore<\/a> \u00e0 notre responsabilit\u00e9 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/En-bas-dans-la-plaine.png\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-7kSsrF38\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\">d&#8217;\u00eatre au monde<\/a>.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-size: 100%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: courier; font-weight: 300; \">* Photographie entre M\u00e2con et Lyon_26 D\u00e9cembre 2010. L\u00e9gendes <em>(en cliquant dessus)<\/em> extraites des <em>Carnets du Vide<\/em> de Ren\u00e9 Pons aux \u00e9ditions Jacques Br\u00e9mond, 1991.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wendy Sutter &#8211; Songs &amp; Poems for Solo Cello II \u2013 Philip Glass &nbsp; Traverser la France d&#8217;un bout \u00e0 l&#8217;autre, ne rencontrer que le blanc et les terres disparues dans le feutre silencieux de d\u00e9cembre. Les ventres pleins, les coffres et les galeries satur\u00e9s. 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