{"id":5113,"date":"2013-02-17T16:43:37","date_gmt":"2013-02-17T15:43:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/?p=5113"},"modified":"2023-02-23T09:16:27","modified_gmt":"2023-02-23T08:16:27","slug":"hum-it-seems-you-had-a-lot-to-say","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/hum-it-seems-you-had-a-lot-to-say\/","title":{"rendered":"hum, it seems you had a lot to say \u2014 (J.B. Pontalis)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a title=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri.jpg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-M0cjXPHR\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-5114\" alt=\"Paris, Avril 2012\" src=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-630x630.jpg\" width=\"630\" height=\"630\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-630x630.jpg 630w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-140x140.jpg 140w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-315x315.jpg 315w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-332x332.jpg 332w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-432x432.jpg 432w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri-268x268.jpg 268w, https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/Ferm\u00e9e-sur-un-cri.jpg 700w\" 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_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','69e5c20f2531d5.70462706','https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/01%20Bastard.mp3','80','true');show_hide('play','69e5c20f2531d5.70462706');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','69e5c20f2531d5.70462706','','80','true');show_hide('stop','69e5c20f2531d5.70462706');\" \/><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_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\",\n                    volume: \"80\",\n                    url: \"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/01%20Bastard.mp3\"\n                });\n                var auto_loop = \"true\";\n                mySound.play({\n                    onfinish: function() {\n                        if (auto_loop == \"true\") {\n                            loopSound(\"btnplay_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\");\n                        } else {\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\").style.display = \"inline\";\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\").style.display = \"none\";\n                        }\n                    }\n                });\n                document.getElementById(\"btnplay_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\").style.display = \"none\";\n                document.getElementById(\"btnstop_69e5c20f2531d5.70462706\").style.display = \"inline\";\n            },\n            ontimeout: function() {\n                \/\/ SM2 could not start. 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Ils sont l\u00e9gion, mais une l\u00e9gion d&#8217;uniques, d&#8217;incomparables. Je pense \u00e0 cet &#8220;\u00e9gar\u00e9&#8221; de Lenz dans sa course errante \u00e0 travers les montagnes, \u00e0 cet &#8220;idiot&#8221; de prince Mychkine, \u00e0 tant d&#8217;autres qui tiennent les compromis, la soumission, dont nous pr\u00e9tendons que c&#8217;est la &#8220;vie&#8221; qui nous les impose, pour inacceptables.&#8221;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 100%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald;\">&lt; J.-B. PONTALIS, TRAVERS\u00c9E DES OMBRES<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"font-size: 150%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300;\">De ce d\u00e9sir de vivre<br \/>\ntellement fort, brutal<br \/>\nqu&#8217;il panique, d\u00e9passe<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 100px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 230%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: oswald; font-weight: 300;\">&#8220;L&#8217;oc\u00e9an et la mont\u00e9e en force de rouleaux qui nous faisaient crier de plaisir et d&#8217;effroi.&#8221;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 100%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald;\">&lt; J.-B. PONTALIS, L&#8217;ENFANT DES LIMBES<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"font-size: 150%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300;\">Une fissure sur le mur<br \/>\nla lumi\u00e8re du jour qui tremble<br \/>\nnos vies en regard<br \/>\nce que t&#8217;arrives \u00e0 en faire<br \/>\nl&#8217;aveu d&#8217;un d\u00e9sarroi g\u00e9n\u00e9ralis\u00e9<br \/>\nle r\u00eave de corps m\u00eal\u00e9s<br \/>\npetites morts fa\u00e7on de nous rendre \u00e0 la vie<br \/>\nla m\u00e9lancolie qui talonne<br \/>\ntalonne et talonne encore<br \/>\nce que t&#8217;as envie de lui dire<br \/>\nce que t&#8217;essaies de lui dire<br \/>\nles m\u00eames pens\u00e9es r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9es<br \/>\nles m\u00eames mots couch\u00e9s sur le papier<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 300%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300;\">fuck you bitch<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 100px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 230%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: oswald; font-weight: 300;\">&#8220;Maintenant, c&#8217;est sur la pente du temps que je glisse sans rep\u00e8res o\u00f9 m&#8217;arrimer. Il m&#8217;arrive souvent de ne pas pouvoir diff\u00e9rencier le pass\u00e9 et le pr\u00e9sent. J&#8217;aime cette indistinction qui m&#8217;assure de ma continuit\u00e9, conf\u00e8re une relative coh\u00e9sion \u00e0 des fragments \u00e9pars. Rien de tel dans ce moment d&#8217;\u00e9garement dont je mesure bien qu&#8217;aucun r\u00e9cit ne peut rendre compte. Pass\u00e9, pr\u00e9sent, ces mots-l\u00e0 n&#8217;avaient plus de sens. Le temps n&#8217;\u00e9tait ni perdu ni retrouv\u00e9, il n&#8217;\u00e9tait pas dissous, c&#8217;\u00e9tait moi qui me dissolvais en lui en me confondant avec lui. Soudain, toute ma vie m&#8217;appara\u00eet comme une vie ant\u00e9rieure, elle n&#8217;est faite que de vies ant\u00e9rieures.&#8221;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 100%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald;\">&lt; J.-B. PONTALIS, L&#8217;ENFANT DES LIMBES<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; padding-left: 180px; padding-right: 0px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 150%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300;\">Je crois que tout est d\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u00e0 en nous qui n&#8217;attend que d&#8217;\u00eatre d\u00e9voil\u00e9, d\u00e9roul\u00e9. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/cut-up-meduse\/\">&#8220;D\u00e9nouer patiemment les fils&#8221;<\/a> d&#8217;une pr\u00e9sence d\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u00e0, en nous, d\u00e9rouler encore et encore, le m\u00eame geste r\u00e9p\u00e9t\u00e9, sans fin, jusqu&#8217;au bout : l&#8217;endormissement, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.critik2film.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/l-apollonide-1.jpg?w=1024\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">mille ans<\/a>. Il s&#8217;agirait moins alors d&#8217;un retour \u00e0 quelque chose d&#8217;originel que de notre extr\u00eame lenteur \u00e0 \u00e9clairer les choses, nous les rendre moins opaques, \u00e9claircir point par point jusqu&#8217;\u00e0 ce que le puzzle prenne forme \u2014 focus, tu d\u00e9zoomes : plan large.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 100px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 300%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: oswald; font-weight: 300;\">Bouche s\u00e8che et muette<br \/>\nferm\u00e9e sur un cri<br \/>\nqui vibre sous la l\u00e8vre \u2014 &#8211;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 100%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald;\">&lt; PARIS, RUE JEAN ANTOINE DE BA\u00cfF, AVRIL 2012<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; padding-left: 180px; padding-right: 0px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 150%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: Oswald; font-weight: 300;\">&#8211; \u2014 Il s&#8217;agirait moins d&#8217;un retour \u00e0 quelque chose d&#8217;originel que de notre extr\u00eame lenteur \u00e0 perce-voir ce qui \u00e9tait pourtant d\u00e9j\u00e0 l\u00e0 depuis toujours \u00e0 l&#8217;image du film photographique qui n&#8217;attend que la chambre noire et l&#8217;obscurit\u00e9 pour se r\u00e9v\u00e9ler, \u00eatre r\u00e9v\u00e9l\u00e9. Sol meuble, rep\u00e8res bouscul\u00e9s, \u00e9clats cristaux. Tout est diffus, en apesanteur. Je regarde les particules de poussi\u00e8re autour de moi, me tente \u00e0 jouer. En attraper une, mais pourquoi \u2014 sinon le jeu.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 100px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 300%; line-height: 1.5em; font-family: oswald; font-weight: 300;\">Mes mains s&#8217;ouvrent, mes paumes jouent, tel un mime, ombre lumi\u00e8re ombre lumi\u00e8re. Je regarde le grain de beaut\u00e9 sur mon bras. J&#8217;imagine une constellation dans laquelle je pourrais me d\u00e9placer de point en point, d&#8217;obscurit\u00e9 en obscurit\u00e9. Faire le grand saut, arr\u00eater le temps, prendre le temps de mettre sur &gt;&gt; pause cette course folle dont on ne sait m\u00eame plus de quel point on part, avec quelles cartes en main, ni quel point d&#8217;arriv\u00e9e l&#8217;on s&#8217;\u00e9tait fix\u00e9. Pause. 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