{"id":5965,"date":"2014-02-27T00:20:00","date_gmt":"2014-02-26T23:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/notes\/les-rideaux\/"},"modified":"2023-02-23T09:59:06","modified_gmt":"2023-02-23T08:59:06","slug":"les-rideaux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/les-rideaux\/","title":{"rendered":"les rideaux"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/6737714509_e97081579c_z.jpg\" alt=\"les rideaux\" width=\"680\"\/><br \/>\n<div class=\"compact_audio_player_wrapper\"><div class=\"sc_player_container1\"><input type=\"button\" id=\"btnplay_6a334f287536f7.16105916\" class=\"myButton_play\" onClick=\"play_mp3('play','6a334f287536f7.16105916','http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Mon-plus-beau-cauchemar-Ez3kiel.mp3','80','false');show_hide('play','6a334f287536f7.16105916');\" \/><input type=\"button\"  id=\"btnstop_6a334f287536f7.16105916\" style=\"display:none\" class=\"myButton_stop\" onClick=\"play_mp3('stop','6a334f287536f7.16105916','','80','false');show_hide('stop','6a334f287536f7.16105916');\" \/><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_6a334f287536f7.16105916\",\n                    volume: \"80\",\n                    url: \"http:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Mon-plus-beau-cauchemar-Ez3kiel.mp3\"\n                });\n                var auto_loop = \"false\";\n                mySound.play({\n                    onfinish: function() {\n                        if (auto_loop == \"true\") {\n                            loopSound(\"btnplay_6a334f287536f7.16105916\");\n                        } else {\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnplay_6a334f287536f7.16105916\").style.display = \"inline\";\n                            document.getElementById(\"btnstop_6a334f287536f7.16105916\").style.display = \"none\";\n                        }\n                    }\n                });\n                document.getElementById(\"btnplay_6a334f287536f7.16105916\").style.display = \"none\";\n                document.getElementById(\"btnstop_6a334f287536f7.16105916\").style.display = \"inline\";\n            },\n            ontimeout: function() {\n                \/\/ SM2 could not start. 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Elle me fait peur avec son regard triste, ses larmes qui coulent non pas coulent, se sont arr\u00eat\u00e9es en plein milieu de son visage sur sa joue, noir, blanc, rouge : une t\u00e2che. Vlam badaboum.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Je voulais juste savoir si elle se cachait dedans, et son regard bas, sa t\u00eate inclin\u00e9e, mais pourquoi elle est comme \u00e7a ? Il est 2h57 \u00e9criture symptomatique de qui manque le sommeil, son convoi, encore, tape sur le clavier les yeux ferm\u00e9s, fichier sanstitre.txt, les lunettes sont pos\u00e9es. J&#8217;y vois rien, non je n&#8217;y vois rien sans mes lunettes mais mes doigts connaissent le clavier. Le morceau refait une boucle et je devrais \u00eatre couch\u00e9. Mais l&#8217;enfant cherche encore d&#8217;o\u00f9 peut bien venir cet ent\u00eatement de notes, o\u00f9 est-elle, o\u00f9 se cache-t-elle, dans son cr\u00e2ne dans son \u00e2me est-il fou ? L&#8217;enfant sait maintenant qu&#8217;il n&#8217;y a personne dans le tiroir. Dame peur personne. Vlam badaboum personne, pas de notes pas de dame pas de larmes. Il peut maintenant aller se coucher, tranquillis\u00e9 &#8211; peut-\u00eatre fou.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">\/ DEUXI\u00c8ME MOUVEMENT<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Bruit sourd de la machine \u00e0 laver qui tourne, le tambour se coince comme un disque ray\u00e9. Caf\u00e9 noir coule encore dans la trach\u00e9e, fumant, yeux \u00e0 peine ouverts, coll\u00e9s. Le froid dehors l&#8217;hiver, fen\u00eatres ouvertes janvier. A\u00e9rer ramasser ce froid jusque dans les draps, r\u00e9veiller ce corps mort de la nuit, le ph\u0153nix transform\u00e9. Il est 07h43, c&#8217;est un corbeau, un corbeau, la photo, un corbeau qui sort de ce corps. Pas beau non, un corps mort, pas beau non, un corbeau, la photo, un corps mort, le ph\u0153nix transform\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Tu y repenses et tu te dis t&#8217;es compl\u00e8tement fuck\u00e9 toi c&#8217;est pas le gamin, cette histoire de bo\u00eete \u00e0 musique, de poup\u00e9e, c&#8217;est quoi ce clich\u00e9, un mauvais film de s\u00e9rie b ? Tourne en boucle l&#8217;image en Super 8, roulements de tambour, les bandes et la fum\u00e9e. Tu retournes dans cette salle vide immense noire, les rideaux sont ferm\u00e9s. Ouvre-les, putain ouvre-les, reprends possession de ce corps &#8211; mort, arrache les tissus, \u00e9coute et vois maintenant, c&#8217;est maintenant qu&#8217;on doit y aller.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Il est 09h52, la g\u00e9n\u00e9rale. Un an que tu pr\u00e9pares \u00e7a et l\u00e0 t&#8217;es encore \u00e0 chipoter. Un an que tu te pr\u00e9pares \u00e0 \u00e7a et l\u00e0 t&#8217;es encore \u00e0 qu\u00e9mander. Une mauvaise nuit ? Mais parce que tu crois que nous on a dormi ? Remballe ta connerie d&#8217;anxi\u00e9t\u00e9 et reprends ta place, marquages au sol, tu les connais, t&#8217;fais pas prier. Trois&#8230; Quatre&#8230; Les yeux ferm\u00e9s.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 120%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">\/ TROISI\u00c8ME MOUVEMENT<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Salle comble, agitation, grande lumi\u00e8re, le brouhaha. Il est 18h47 ton esprit se perd dans ces ab\u00eemes sans rep\u00e8res, lieu limbes, temps sans graduations. Encore cinq minutes et le rideau s&#8217;ouvrira. Vide, souffle, d\u00e9tends tes bras, ballants, secouements. Tu ne sais pas o\u00f9 tu es, tu ne sais pas qui sont ces gens, tu n&#8217;entends rien des sifflements, des claquements de mains qui sont pour toi.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Noir. Doucement puis plus fort, l&#8217;espace de ton cerveau se remplit, du sable, de l&#8217;eau, des notes \u00e9mergent, se tiennent. Il est 18h52, une gorg\u00e9e d&#8217;eau \u00e0 peine sucr\u00e9e, derni\u00e8re inspiration, blocage, ton corps est pr\u00eat, rideau,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/flaneriequotidienne.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Silence.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\">Faire signe <i>: journal d&#8217;une \u00e9coute jubilatoire sur vingt-quatre heures en 800 mots ou quelques\u2026 <\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 130%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;\"><i>* * * <\/i><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 40px;\">Texte initialement publi\u00e9 dans le cadre des <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/group.php?gid=104893605886\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Vases communicants<\/a> &#8211; <a href=\"http:\/\/rendezvousdesvases.blogspot.com\/2012\/01\/liste-de-fevrier-2012.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">f\u00e9vrier 2012<\/a>, sur une proposition de <a href=\"http:\/\/flaneriequotidienne.wordpress.com\/2012\/02\/03\/les-rideaux\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Franck Queyraud<\/a> (image, son)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 110%; line-height: 1.5em; padding-left: 40px; padding-right: 40px;\">* Je red\u00e9couvre aujourd&#8217;hui avec un m\u00e9lange d&#8217;\u00e9tonnement et de plaisir non dissimul\u00e9 &#8211; pleine puissance, recevoir, se taire &#8211; le dernier tiers du morceau : l\u00e0 o\u00f9 le texte s&#8217;arr\u00eate, la musique pour continuer, toujours, de plus belle.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/dans-lantre\/\">\u2190<\/a> \u2022 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.candice-nguyen.com\/fragments\/lenfance-rouge\/\">\u2192<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ez3kiel &#8211; Mon plus beau cauchemar &nbsp; \/ PREMIER MOUVEMENT Salle noire dense l&#8217;aigle en toi d\u00e9tend ses ailes, la vie doucement s&#8217;insinue, se d\u00e9veloppe et te r\u00e9veille. 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