{"id":716,"date":"2007-03-27T01:57:08","date_gmt":"2007-03-26T23:57:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/?p=716"},"modified":"2022-12-25T10:27:24","modified_gmt":"2022-12-25T09:27:24","slug":"de-langoisse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/de-langoisse\/","title":{"rendered":"De l&rsquo;angoisse"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-text-color has-alpha-channel-opacity has-background\" style=\"background-color:#eeeeee;color:#eeeeee\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Un tout petit texte, plus court que celui-ci qui le pr\u00e9sente, tel un \u00e9clair, une vision, qui en 2004 vint \u00e0 moi. De ces fulgurances qui appellent \u00e0 la volont\u00e9 et n\u00e9cessite pr\u00e9cipitamment l&rsquo;agitation du corps pour s&rsquo;extraire dans la mati\u00e8re avant que de s&rsquo;enfouir (\u00e0 jamais? car combien n&rsquo;ai-je perdu de ces lumi\u00e8res qui, peut-\u00eatre, auraient d\u00e9tach\u00e9 mon ombre?) dans le d\u00e9dale neuronal de ma pens\u00e9e. Il est de ces textes qui me sont encore proches, de ces rares \u00e9crits qui valent et restent coller \u00e0 mon \u00eatre. Il parle de ce qui me meut, ou du moins, de ce qui m&rsquo;agite dans l&rsquo;impatience du temps: l&rsquo;angoisse.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-text-color has-alpha-channel-opacity has-background\" style=\"background-color:#eeeeee;color:#eeeeee\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>Il faut de l&rsquo;angoisse. Mais c&rsquo;est d\u00e9sormais une autre angoisse. Moins douloureuse. Plus sourde, lente, lasse. Qui a compris qu&rsquo;elle ne partira plus. Pourtant qui s&rsquo;agite encore. Comme un inexorable mouvement brownien. Elle nie et veut oublier les feux de sa col\u00e8re. Elle recherche la paix. Cette illusion mystique qui vibre tel un horizon lointain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-text-color has-alpha-channel-opacity has-background\" style=\"background-color:#eeeeee;color:#eeeeee\"\/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ce qui m&rsquo;agite dans l&rsquo;impatience du temps: l&rsquo;angoisse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":718,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[87,13,42],"class_list":["post-716","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-texte","tag-poeme","tag-poesie","tag-poete"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/716","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=716"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/716\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2363,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/716\/revisions\/2363"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/718"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=716"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=716"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zhongart.com\/marcol\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=716"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}