tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62645772916073636492024-03-19T09:28:06.104+01:00cyclo-lecteurUn journal d'en France : soliloques, rencontres et paysagescyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.comBlogger1345125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-27619770431989526832024-03-18T21:16:00.002+01:002024-03-19T09:27:32.997+01:0018 mars 2024 : Défendons les Palestiniens !<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’extermination
des indigènes, c’est presque en tous lieux la première page de
l’occupation des colonies. L’exploitation rapace du sol par les
occupants, par les compagnies, par les gouverneurs, est en général
la seconde page.</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Augustin
Cochin, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’abolition
de l’esclavage</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
Lecoffre : Guillaumin, 1861)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Voilà :
Israël parachève ce qu’il mène depuis 1948 (76 ans d’occupation
et de colonisation), en choisissant d’affamer, d’assassiner et
d’exterminer toute une population (à Gaza) et de détruire des
habitations palestiniennes, voler des terres, expulser, arrêter, tuer, humilier (dans
les territoires occupés) ceux et celles qui résistent un tant soit
peu au rouleau compresseur des colons et de l’armée. Et on
voudrait qu’il n’y ait pas de résistants (il faut rappeler que
dans la France occupée de 1940-1944 il n’y avait que les
pétainistes, les collabos et les nazis pour qualifier les résistants
de « terroristes ») à une oppression d’une brutalité
inouïe qui dure depuis si longtemps !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Il
est vrai que nous sommes vaccinés, nous, occidentaux, après avoir
colonisé l’Amérique et exterminé presque tous les indigènes du
nord au sud, colonisé l’Afrique et réduit une bonne partie de sa
population en esclavage, colonisé l’Asie et l’Océanie en y
imposant la déculturation des peuples originaux… Et nous sommes
forcément mal placés pour critiquer un état qui ne fait que nous
imiter avec, en plus, les moyens ultramodernes de faire la guerre. Une guerre que
nous approuvons avec les ventes d’armes.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Ah,
nous sommes bien prompts à sanctionner la Russie, l’Iran, Cuba, le
Venezuela, mais sanctionner Israël, ce serait trop demander à nos
gouvernants. Il est vrai que son armée est </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">la
plus morale du monde</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
qui ne tue qu’à bon escient (!) ; il est vrai que c’est,
disent-ils, la seule démocratie (de notre point de vue) du
Moyen-Orient. Nos mêmes gouvernants s’accommodent pourtant assez bien des dictatures,
pourvu qu’elles regorgent d’or noir et de métaux rares, et qu’on
puisse y faire du </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">business</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mais,
dès qu’on critique l’état d’Israël, on est rapidement taxé
d’antisémitisme, pour peu qu’on soit anticolonialiste, ce que je
suis devenu depuis le début des années 60. Pourquoi changerai-je
d’avis maintenant ? Je crois que la colonisation israélienne
est pire que le fut la nôtre en Afrique : il s’agit de
peupler le territoire en chassant, humiliant, malmenant, opprimant et
aujourd’hui exterminant les populations originelles, comme si
celles-ci n’avaient aucun droit d’exister sur place. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">J’avoue
que j’ai toujours admiré de Gaulle qui, lors d’une conférence de
presse en 1967, avait dit : « les juifs, jusqu’alors
dispersés, et qui étaient restés ce qu’ils avaient été de tout
temps, c’est-à-dire un peuple d’élite, sûr de lui-même et
dominateur, une fois qu’ils seraient rassemblés dans les sites de
son ancienne grandeur, n’en viennent à changer en ambition ardente
et conquérante les souhaits très émouvants qu’ils formaient
depuis dix-neuf siècles : “l’an prochain à Jérusalem“ »,
ce qui lui valut d’être taxé de “relents d’antisémitisme“, par
le directeur du <i>Monde</i> à l’époque : Hubert Beuve-Méry. C’était pourtant
prémonitoire.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9W-S1YaMIzTeYZdtIp4W-29Hck0xaStuOI_xpkhyublweLoyqgIbZuav5Knn9-xG9VZfLK7E5puYES9kcq2FF33gEI8sphsoLmyJiYozeeigHcGfV238mc62kolYwjCiwDrg0DpdUmZTq0Mm_3-BviSAoijtEnxUt2_j5ZcIdc188WImc0z4ItVg0lK9/s918/546.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9W-S1YaMIzTeYZdtIp4W-29Hck0xaStuOI_xpkhyublweLoyqgIbZuav5Knn9-xG9VZfLK7E5puYES9kcq2FF33gEI8sphsoLmyJiYozeeigHcGfV238mc62kolYwjCiwDrg0DpdUmZTq0Mm_3-BviSAoijtEnxUt2_j5ZcIdc188WImc0z4ItVg0lK9/s320/546.jpg" width="209" /></a></span></span></span></span></div>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">En
attendant, chaque fois que je peux, je vais aux manifs de soutien aux
Palestiniens. Ça ne sert pas à grand-chose, nous sommes très
minoritaires </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(bien
que de plus en plus nombreux)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
mais j’ai toujours été du côté des opprimés, puisque je
l’étais de naissance en tant que fils de prolo, si j’ose dire, ce que me confirme le livre
de Didier Éribon que je suis en train de lire : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Vie,
vieillesse et mort d’une femme du peuple</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Flammarion,
2023). </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Il
montre bien que, même si on est transfuge de classe, ce que je suis devenu comme lui,
comme Édouard Louis, comme Annie Ernaux, on n’échappe jamais
totalement à notre enfance et notre jeunesse, à </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">la
réalité des structures fa</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">mi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">liales
de notre classe d’origine, à la gestion de l’habitat qu’on a
connue </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">enfant
(locataire plus que propriétaire dans les milieux populaires)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
à tout ce qui définit notre passé et notre présent.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Et je défendrai toujours les opprimés. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-7410884165151455912024-03-14T11:56:00.003+01:002024-03-14T22:10:32.169+01:0014 mars 2024 : le poète du mois, Jean-Claude Pirotte<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
lecture est une aide considérable à laquelle trop de personnes
n’ont pas recours. Elles se coupent ainsi d’une réalité mentale
souvent beaucoup plus importante que ce que l’</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">on
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">nomme
« la réalité ».</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Jocelyne
François, <i>Car vous ne savez ni le jour, ni l’heure, Journal
2008-2018</i>, Les Moments littéraires, 2022)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Je
me suis remis à lire des poètes et à écrire des poèmes :
c’est le "Printemps des poètes" ; en ce moment, et avec
mon ami Thierry, on a proposé des lectures de poèmes au Centre
social du quartier, à deux pas de chez moi et à la Maison
protestante de retraite (en fait, un Ehpad, très proche aussi). On a
commencé mardi dernier par une lecture pour adultes au Centre
social, avant de continuer pour les enfants mercredi prochain, et
achever par les personnes âgées le vendredi 22 mars. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Notre
succès a été faible (en nombre, l’information a été
insuffisante) pour les adultes, mais les rares personnes présentes
ont apprécié, et ça a donné lieu à des échanges intéressants.
Par contre, pour les enfants, nous aurons un public "captif", ceux qui
viennent le mercredi après-midi au Centre social. Là, je crains
davantage le trop grand nombre et le chahut potentiel. J’étais
hier au vernissage de l’exposition des dessins d’enfants du Centre, suivi
d’un petit spectacle de leurs danses, et je dois dire que c’était
assez bruyant. Comme la poésie fait un peu peur, on prévoit aussi
de lire ou dire des contes.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">À
la Maison de retraite, on m’a demandé en outre si j’étais
partant pour devenir un lecteur particulier pour une vieille dame de
103 ans, aveugle, qui ne peut plus lire, mais souhaite qu’on lui
lise des romans qu’elle a lus dans sa jeunesse. Il faut d’abord
que je la rencontre, que je vois les titres qu’elle voudrait que je
lui lise, et au cas où je ne les aurais jamais lus, que j’en
prenne connaissance d’abord. Un nouveau défi pour moi, et un lien
à créer avec cette dame.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPowmpIx5Ayj6CtfZtfWaregBJPfQUnXwOLtl6QPM3tmK_pX2AcrcIIzsl42MBaqmQ4W2GhSOwiYfWFyJpDiHy2ftARf05Zgbr6zcfuBQyCRFw5dtohHB9boDs39vjTDoaH9Us5bLkGXVpi_QVHdn2q4XjJHS45XJf7vZTJ9S2e9YE4pZPpW8-KDigUPg/s342/544.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="251" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPowmpIx5Ayj6CtfZtfWaregBJPfQUnXwOLtl6QPM3tmK_pX2AcrcIIzsl42MBaqmQ4W2GhSOwiYfWFyJpDiHy2ftARf05Zgbr6zcfuBQyCRFw5dtohHB9boDs39vjTDoaH9Us5bLkGXVpi_QVHdn2q4XjJHS45XJf7vZTJ9S2e9YE4pZPpW8-KDigUPg/s320/544.jpg" width="235" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Parmi
les livres de poésie que j’ai récemment lus, il y a celui de
Jean-Claude Pirotte que j’ai redécouvert récemment dans mes
livres de poètes (comme ceux en prose, ils sont nombreux à ne pas
avoir été lus, pourvu que je tienne le coup pour les écluser tous
!). Pourtant, j’aime b</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">eaucoup</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
celui qui fut un grand ami de Claude Andrzejewski, un de mes jeunes amis, qui lui a consacré un superbe livre : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Un
ami trop trop grand</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
(cf mon blog du </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">20
décembre 2022). Je vous propose deux courts poèmes pour vous donner
une idée de ce grand poète (et prosateur) belge extraits du recueil<i>
Revermont</i>, édité au Temps qu’il fait, l’excellent éditeur de
Cognac.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">réussirai-je
un jour à faire</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">un
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">hors-d’œuvre</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
de mes dix doigts</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">j’entends
d’ici gronder ma mère</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">tu
ne fais pas ce que tu dois</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">que
ce soit dehors ou dedans</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">c’est
le </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">chef-d’œuvre</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
qu’elle attend</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ou
peut-être rien c’est plus sage</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">de
me cacher sur son passage</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ainsi
l’autruche que je suis</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ne
voit pas ce regard féroce</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">qui
même la nuit me poursuit</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">et
me décharne et me désosse</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>*
* *</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">je
ne connais ni les oi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">seaux</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ni
les fleurs ni les arbres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">je
me connais encore moins</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">je
me cherche dans les décombres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">et
je me perds dans les chemins</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">où
je ne croise que des ombres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">je
ne suis qu’un drôle d’oiseau</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">c’était
l’opinion de ma mère</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">qui
connaissait tous les oiseaux</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">toutes
les fleurs et tous les arbres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">et
qui prédisait les désastres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">elle
me conduisait au zoo</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">afin
de me montrer les cages</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">où
vivent les enfants sages</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Jean-Claude
Pirotte</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Revermont</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
Le Temps qu’il fait, 2008)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-18203331494816627902024-03-11T16:04:00.004+01:002024-03-13T20:06:17.548+01:0011 mars 2024 : la grande bouffe<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
faut manger pour vivre, et non pas vivre pour ma</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">n</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ger.</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Molière,
<i>L’Avare</i>)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Une
nouvelle fois, je suis confronté à mon problème avec la
nourriture. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Un
grand repas de famille se profile pour Pâques. On m’y propose le
restaurant. Quand j’ai appris le coût par personne, 50 € le
repas seul sans les boissons, le café, j’ai décliné. Je préférais envoyer la somme à Madagascar, ce que j’ai fait dans la foulée.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Car
mon voyage de 2018 là-bas m’a remis les pendules à l’heure. De
nombreux Malgaches m’ont dit qu’ils ne savaient pas le matin ce
qu’ils allaient manger dans la journée. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQli0WfiU1N4wlFxbKAR7YvBn7PUBuVQ6Z7AkgsMsSIQydKwmI8dl0lXo6_RvFZHsFXL6Satd0hj55_npKygOVNlO3b933csE3FBJis2JUkRBcAC9Dwij1-L7KpUw6uVlI1nt0pGnvgHYfZYk2AWqUTuON6PQcHPutU-R7IwFAVoKyLRoZdBvYjzTCol1J/s311/539.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="311" data-original-width="195" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQli0WfiU1N4wlFxbKAR7YvBn7PUBuVQ6Z7AkgsMsSIQydKwmI8dl0lXo6_RvFZHsFXL6Satd0hj55_npKygOVNlO3b933csE3FBJis2JUkRBcAC9Dwij1-L7KpUw6uVlI1nt0pGnvgHYfZYk2AWqUTuON6PQcHPutU-R7IwFAVoKyLRoZdBvYjzTCol1J/s1600/539.jpg" width="195" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Quand
je vois l’argent qu’on dépense pour se restaurer (mariages,
baptêmes, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">anniversaires,
enterrements de vie de garçon ou de fille, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">fiestas
diverses...) et que, parallèlement, je vois le nombre de SDF et de
mendiants augmenter, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">et
qu’on me propose d’aller manger au resto pour 50 € ou plus, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">je
n’ai qu’une envie </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">en
tête</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> :
m’inscrire dans un endroit où je pourrai jeûner. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Retraite
dans un monastère, stage "jeûne" proposé par une
association (si, si, ça existe, comme les semaines de stage contre
toute addiction, drogues diverses, smartphone, alcool, tabac, etc) si
possible en montagne et à l’écart de notre société
d’hyper-consommation.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUS4A6zwYjY3IoLOzmNux8sITCmzBr8vrzO36h9QlRbM5qu9-WxopombGxniYfayQ55dOR8XIiuAUus7HkVjK8PK4eBpgnki0PklprpCri9C1Uapk-az1xeQvl0k40qTFxipQpHeZ9QK3N31Ae3ny4OMAPduUUcBGg2b1NeGjM2EAr4Wk7Xgjaef4uHoBA/s500/540.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="409" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUS4A6zwYjY3IoLOzmNux8sITCmzBr8vrzO36h9QlRbM5qu9-WxopombGxniYfayQ55dOR8XIiuAUus7HkVjK8PK4eBpgnki0PklprpCri9C1Uapk-az1xeQvl0k40qTFxipQpHeZ9QK3N31Ae3ny4OMAPduUUcBGg2b1NeGjM2EAr4Wk7Xgjaef4uHoBA/s320/540.jpg" width="262" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">J’ai
plus faim de nourriture spirituelle (lecture au sens très large,
poésie, romans, contes et nouvelles, théâtre, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">grands
textes du patrimoine universel, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">essais
divers </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">et
variés ; arts, musique, mystique, etc) et éventuellement la
partager avec d’autres. Je passe plus de temps à lire qu’à
manger. J’ai faim aussi d’exercice physique, de voyages, de
rencontres, d’amitié, de lien social avec les autres générations,
des enfants aux vieillards. J’ai faim de connaître des gens comme
les handicapés de tous genres, plus que les normatifs et que tous
ceux qui veulent nous faire entrer dans des moules. J’ai faim de
vivre, enfin !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Et
passer sa vie à manger, avec tous les excès que ça suppose, tant
en aliments solides (aller dans les cinémas commerciaux me tue quand
je vois tout ce que beaucoup ingurgitent</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">)
que liquides (abus d’alcool, sans doute, mais abus aussi de
boissons sucrées), ne me semble pas un idéal de vie si réjouissant
que ça. Les anciens le savaient bien, qui prévoyaient des jours de
jeûne, des jours "maigres", des jours sans… Mais
aujourd’hui, ces jours sont devenus l’exclusivité des pays
pauvres ou, chez nous, des sdf, des migrants, de tous ceux qui
crèvent de faim (et parfois de soif), tandis que l’autre moitié
du monde se gave et croule, ensevelie sous des montagnes de
boustifaille. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Où
est l’égalité là-dedans ? Là encore l’inégalité
frappe. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Bien
sûr que les pauvres voudraient participer à nos agapes, à nos
chers gueuletons, à nos gigantesques ripailles, à notre
dispendieuse bonne chère. Mais il n’y a pas de partage ; peu
de portes s’ouvrent devant un misérable comme celle de Mgr Myriel,
l’évêque de Digne, au début des </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Misérables</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
le formidable bouquin de Victor Hugo, qui donne le couvert et
l’hébergement à Jean Valjean qui sort du bagne, lui devant qui
toutes les portes se sont fermées. J’entends encore le rire
tonitruant de Flaubert devant cette scène qu’il jugeait hautement
invraisemblable. Eh bien, riez tant que vous voulez, et "Bon appétit, Messieurs",
comme dit Hernani, autre héros hugolien. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Car
l’appétit excessif de bouffe </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">se
conjugue aussi en ambition effrénée, en gloutonnerie boulimique de
pouvoir (ainsi dans les bombardements incessants de Gaza) et de
concupiscence comme on peut le voir chez bien des hommes politiques ou de cinéma.
Pouah, restons-en là ! Et sachons être dans le sobriété,
dans la retenue, dans l’abstinence et, en fin de compte, dans la
sagesse… Mais peut-être que les êtres humains en sont dépourvus ! Et pourtant, c'est cette sagesse, cette modération qui, liées au partage et à l'entraide, donne de la joie...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-3043523740277965152024-03-10T15:02:00.000+01:002024-03-10T15:02:11.347+01:0010 mars 2024 : mais que fait la police ?<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">le
colonialisme est en train de se détruire lui-même mais il empuantit
encore l’atmosphère : il est notre honte, il se moque de nos
lois ou les caricature ; il nous infecte de son racisme…</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Jean-Paul
Sartre, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Situations
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">V</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
Gallimard, 1964)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sartre était bien optimiste en nous disant que </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">le
colonialisme est en train de se détruire lui-même</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> ! Il est plus violent que jamais, à voir ce qui se passe à Gaza en ce moment. Autrefois, il y eut sans doute des massacres du même tonneau, mais il n'y avait pas moyens de communication modernes qui nous permettent de savoir et de voir en temps réel ce qui se passait. De tels massacres restaient ignorés ou on ne le savait que des années, des décennies, voire plus longtemps après.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Je
suis écœuré non seulement de savoir et de voir les horreurs de Gaza, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ce
massacre de masse et ces destructions</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">horribles,
mais aussi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
du traitement médiatique unilatéral qui en est donné par les
médias courants</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
(télés d’infos et presse écrite²). </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Et,
hélas, en France, le comble est atteint</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
de voir que la police, non contente de surveiller les manifestations
ordinaires, quand ce n’est pas de les canaliser et de les ‘nasser’,
protège les nervis fachos d’extrême droite qui ont délibérément
sali la manifestation féministe </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">du
8 mars à Paris, frappant, gazant des femmes, tel que le rapporte le
site </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">contre-attaque</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">" </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">:</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<i><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">« Derrière
cette opération, le collectif ‘Nous vivrons’, gentiment présenté
dans le journal </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><i><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Libération</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></i><i><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
il y a quelques jours comme ‘portant la voix des victimes
israéliennes du Hamas et dénonçant le silence des associations
féministes’. Ce collectif était accepté dans la
manifestation du 8 mars par la plateforme qui organisait la
manifestation. Sauf qu’en guise de Service d’Ordre, ‘Nous
vivrons’ a débarqué avec ces hommes armés venus en découdre
avec le reste du cortège. Des membres du groupe d’extrême droite
LDJ – Ligue de Défense Juive.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<i><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">« Ce
bloc sioniste chantait ‘nous sommes toutes des israéliennes’
derrière la milice agressive, qui a ensuite frappé des
manifestantes.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></p>
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<i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">« Puis
cette milice s’est repliée derrière une ligne de policiers de la
BRAV, enfilant parfois des brassards oranges. Une situation inouïe :
des hommes, venus équipés de gants de combat, de bâtons et de
gazeuses, ayant agressé des personnes, ont ensuite pu se ranger
tranquillement avec les forces de l’ordre qui, d’habitude,
chargent et arrêtent le moindre manifestant jugé suspect. Police et
extrême droite sioniste main dans la main.</span></span></span></i></p>
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<i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">«
La LDJ a été fondée en 2001 par un ancien membre du Betar, un
autre groupe sioniste d’extrême droite lié au Likoud, le parti de
Netanyahou. La LDJ française s’inspire de la Jewish Defense
League, considérée par le FBI comme un groupe terroriste. </span></span></span></i>
</p>
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<i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">«
Ce groupuscule violent, ouvertement raciste et menaçant, avait déjà
manifesté avec la police lors de la marche du 12 novembre, en
chantant : ‘tout le monde adore la police’. Il avait aussi frappé
des passants pro-palestiniens en toute impunité, devant les forces
de l’ordre. La LDJ sert aussi de service d’ordre au Rassemblement
National.</span></span></span></i></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">« Ce
8 mars, un palier supplémentaire est franchi, avec l’alliance
assumée entre la police et les fanatiques pro-israéliens unis pour
violenter une marche féministe.</span></span></span></i></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">« Ajout
: Il apparaît finalement que le service d’ordre de “Nous
vivrons” était organisé par </span></span></span></i><i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">le
SPCJ et non par la LDJ</span></span></span></i><i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">.
Ce Service de protection de la communauté juive, créé par le CRIF,
collabore régulièrement avec la police et mène le même type de
barbouzerie. Plusieurs témoignages ont néanmoins formellement
identifié des militants de la LDJ dans ce service d’ordre, qui
n’avait grand chose à voir avec le féminisme donc, mais beaucoup
plus avec le fascisme, le colonialisme et l’intégrisme religieux. </span></span></span></i>
</p>
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">1</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><u><sup><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></sup></u></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Comme
on dit aujourd’hui, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">où
on se croit plus savant en copiant !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">²</span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Heureusement
qu’il y a encore une presse écrite non inféodée aux puissances
d’argent et à la publicité.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-51683452667685217882024-03-04T20:49:00.000+01:002024-03-04T20:49:12.245+01:004 mars 2024 : retourner en enfance<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">N'essayez
pas </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="fr-FR">d'attraper
les poètes</span></i></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="fr-FR">parce
qu'ils vous filent </span></i></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="fr-FR">entre
les doigts</span></i></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Alda
Merini, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Après
tout même toi</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">trad.
Patricia Dao,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Oxybia
éd., 2009</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<br />
</p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">J</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">e
n’avais pas lu de roman jeunesse depuis quelques années. Mais
maintenant que je retourne en enfance, j’ai pensé qu’il fallait
m’y remettre. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Et
tant qu’à faire, à </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">mourir
de rire, à retomber en enfance, une fois de plus, avec David
Walliams, et vivent les bibliothèques municipales qui nous proposent
des livres jeunesse pour nous rajeunir. J'avais déjà fait la
connaissance de Ben, ce garçon déluré de douze ans qui vit avec sa
mère, manucure et son père, vigile au supermarché du coin ;
d</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">e</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
Raj, marchand de journaux et de confiserie </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">avec
ses méthodes de vente hilarantes et grand ami de Ben ; de</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
la grand-mère de Ben, que Ben surnomme Mamie gangster, et qui lui
avait déjà fait vivre une épopée fabuleuse dans le 1er volume
("</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Mamie
gangster</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">",
Albin Michel, 2013), quand elle l'avait entraîné dans sa tentative
de dérober les bijoux de la Couronne à la Tour de Londres.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGM8RFtv9YkT1cjVi52WjuHaqgjr0JPA9Oko75jolQDaywBupB1GvSwx93jBX1EIHnyy8h6-Xpo0ekNi4l_WP4zObo9FOFjg_7FScEIzfGH8tZGWbo3GJDzpPumHF7owy0wYwenQ93_CAaDNmZ1p0YEXTEPmGBuacbVFl7J1OuI4gWaT2r81sYxIJ_9KJT/s295/533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="195" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGM8RFtv9YkT1cjVi52WjuHaqgjr0JPA9Oko75jolQDaywBupB1GvSwx93jBX1EIHnyy8h6-Xpo0ekNi4l_WP4zObo9FOFjg_7FScEIzfGH8tZGWbo3GJDzpPumHF7owy0wYwenQ93_CAaDNmZ1p0YEXTEPmGBuacbVFl7J1OuI4gWaT2r81sYxIJ_9KJT/s1600/533.jpg" width="195" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Dans
ce deuxième opus (qu'on peut lire sans avoir lu le 1er), Mamie est morte et Ben est inconsolable. Mais
Londres est secoué par de nouveaux vols : "Le Masque de
Toutankhamon" au British Museum, "La coup</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">e</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
du monde de football" en or </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">conservée
a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">u
stade Wembley, et même "la </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">figur</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">e
de cire" d'Elisabeth II du musée de cire Madame Tussauds. Ben
est sur les dents, car ça ressemble fort aux frasques de sa
grand-mère bien aimée. Il est soupçonné lui-même de ces vols par
M. Parker, un voisin fouineur qui dirige la "milice de
voisinage" du quartier, qui le dénonce à la police et incite
ses parents à lui interdire de sortir.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">En
fin de compte, sa mère l'autorise à sortir, à condition qu'il remplace son
père blessé au concours de danse de salon qui va avoir lieu au
Royal Albert Hall, en présence de la reine. Ben y consent </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">(bien
qu’il déteste danser)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">,
ce qui lui permet de pouvoir se lancer sur une enquête afin de se
disculper, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">tout
en faisant des répétitions harassantes avec sa mère, qui lui
impose d’être déguisé en iceberg tandis qu’elle devient le
Titanic. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Je
ne dévoilerai rien de plus, mais sachez que les aventures de notre
héros sont désopilantes, que le concours de danse est à se
tordre : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">imaginez
le ridicule de leurs déguisements</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">.
Et qu'on va de surprise en surprise, et qu'une fois de plus dans les
romans anglais </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">de ces
deux dernières décennies</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">,
la reine Élisabeth joue un rôle capital dans cette histoire. Le roman court, il caracole on ne le lâche pas, la traduction coule de source et
les illustrations de Tony Ross sont, comme toujours, géniales. Les
gosses entre 9 et 15 ans seront ravis, et les vieux comme moi prendront un coup de
jeune.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">David
Walliams, né en 1971, est aussi comédien, scénariste, auteur de
théâtre. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Allez
au rayon jeunesse des bibliothèques publiques et dénichez cet
auteur à la verve hyper comique.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1FSxp7sAjeH4Y5wDlej9TPnuloHqszCsMPvhhKDIse4LxDWkpWcmpe1mwHdwBWkKKdsizVO0qWUVpo_E6t1Dnhk6eHC5-bzw_EWEPNWPTYkUqTUT2MU3hcBxExeTh3IRnoQmcysJhNy3Z6F5eL1-C5fa4990mew6sWXnDq91b7AgC-yaQEhT0Z7Rwko5/s1180/229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1180" data-original-width="1002" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1FSxp7sAjeH4Y5wDlej9TPnuloHqszCsMPvhhKDIse4LxDWkpWcmpe1mwHdwBWkKKdsizVO0qWUVpo_E6t1Dnhk6eHC5-bzw_EWEPNWPTYkUqTUT2MU3hcBxExeTh3IRnoQmcysJhNy3Z6F5eL1-C5fa4990mew6sWXnDq91b7AgC-yaQEhT0Z7Rwko5/s320/229.jpg" width="272" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Et grand merci à l'auteur de ce dessin !<br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-82707557865033397612024-03-02T20:59:00.002+01:002024-03-03T17:51:26.983+01:002 mars 2024 : Si l'on perçait les nuages (chanson du mois)<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’amour
et l’amitié sont les colonnes du temple invisible de notre
existence.</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Jocelyne
François, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Car
vous ne savez ni le jour, ni l’heure, Journal 2008-2018</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
Les Moments littéraires, 2022)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Je
découvre encore des chanteurs et des chansons, il faut bien dire q</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">u</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">e
de ce point de vue, internet aide beaucoup. Soit qu’on découvre
des chansons par soi-même, soit que quelqu’un nous les signale, ce qui
est le cas pour cette chanson québécoise </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">qui
parle d’amour et de mort, de deuil donc… Je repense aux chanteurs
québécois depuis quelque temps. Faut dire que le thème de mon
atelier d’écritures, ce se</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">m</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">estre,
est</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
les petits bon</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">h</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">eurs</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">chers
à Félix Leclers, que j’avais eu la chance de voir à la MJC
d’Angers, avec en première partie Anne Vanderlove, vers 1972. J’espère que
le thème va m’inspirer. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">J’ai
un poème en cours déjà, alors que l’inspiration m’avait fui
depuis mes ennuis de santé. Et, bien sûr, je pense à Claire.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Perce
les nuages, chanson d'Isabelle Boulay<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></h2>
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Perce
les nuages <br />
D'ici jusqu'au large <br />
Au grand soleil <br />
Tu
m'émerveilles <br />
Depuis l'horizon <br />
Porte tes rayons
<br />
Réchauffe-moi <br />
J'en ai besoin <br />
<br />
Toi, le vent de
la mer <br />
Va dire à ma mère <br />
Combien je l'aime <br />
Et
comme elle est belle <br />
Va vers l'horizon</span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p align="left" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Porte
ma chanson <br />
Chante-la lui <br />
À son oreille <br />
<br />
Refrain</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Et
elle se repose aujourd'hui <br />
Où elle vécut avec lui <br />
La
plus grande partie de sa vie <br />
Mais, seule, elle est retournée
<br />
Au village où je suis née <br />
Là où mon père est enterré
<br />
<br />
Étoile de la nuit <br />
Dis-lui bien ceci <br />
Qu'on
est toujours <br />
Auprès de lui <br />
Et qu'il est dans nos cœurs
<br />
Comme une lueur </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Qui
brillera <br />
Toute la vie <br />
<br />
{au Refrain} <br />
<br />
Là
où mon père est enterré {x2} </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Par Patrick Norman, chanteur québecois :</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MA7_7OhGg0">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MA7_7OhGg0</a></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Par
Isabelle Boulay, avec une belle introduction parlée : </span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PStgzk7cYuQ">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PStgzk7cYuQ</a></span></span></p>
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cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-36502251236257734462024-02-29T22:19:00.003+01:002024-02-29T22:19:38.567+01:0029 février 2024 : violences policières<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
n’était pas heureux, je crois. Mais qui l’est ? Ceux qui
disent cela ne nous prévienne</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">n</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">t-ils
pas de la possibilité d’un suicide ? </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[…]
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
tends à penser comme Elsa Triolet qu’il n’y a pas de suicide,
qu’il n’y a que des meurtres.</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jean
Casset,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
I was here, la dernière nuit de Pascal Taïs</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
E. Jamet, 2022)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">Les
gilets jaunes, les opp</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">o</span></span></span></span></span></u></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">sants
à la bétonisation, aux projets dingues d’autoroutes, de bassines,
les ados et jeunes adultes des cités, les migrants le savent :
les violences policières existent, et il ne fa</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><u><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">i</span></span></span></span></span></u></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: #ffffff;">t
pas bon de tomber dans les mains de policiers violents et racistes.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jean
Casset s’inspire ici d’une histoire vraie (cf le livre de Maurice
Rajsfus, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’affaire
Pascal Thaïs</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
L’esprit frappeur, 2007) arrivée à Arcachon </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">en
1993. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvpkGJVBEB9RlW9RsqkkErUIGFXoVbh2fCYy3elkRyhZ33cc7HxOhDPWTx7lp8jBI9QHmLsOVt3nk7vAOSSpg2P56sBPtI309-xkGujnya_QaPL4-e__uQEpS2M-8ih-5J7x9daH4QRdtJ0yQX2tFTBGXDhNDxe72lsiHUIbcILRX2pgXTxAyw8RGsrfA/s800/527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvpkGJVBEB9RlW9RsqkkErUIGFXoVbh2fCYy3elkRyhZ33cc7HxOhDPWTx7lp8jBI9QHmLsOVt3nk7vAOSSpg2P56sBPtI309-xkGujnya_QaPL4-e__uQEpS2M-8ih-5J7x9daH4QRdtJ0yQX2tFTBGXDhNDxe72lsiHUIbcILRX2pgXTxAyw8RGsrfA/s320/527.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
7 avril 1993, à 7 h 30 du matin, le corps ensanglanté
et sans vie de Pascal Taïs, 32 ans, est découvert mort dans sa
cellule de dégrisement du commissariat de police d’Arcachon. Il a
des côtes fracturées et la rate éclatée, et de nombreuses
contusions </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sur
tout le corps</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
Jean Casset imagine les pensées de celui qui va mourir, de son
enfance et adolescence franco-marocain</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">e</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
au soleil marocain jusqu’au baccalauréat de sa sœur cadette
Soraya. Puis la mutation en France des parents pour leurs études
supérieures. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
s’inscrit en médecine, mais rapidement, sa vie bascule :
"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’ai
déserté les cours. Je n’ai fait qu’une année. Même pas. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">—</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Va à Paris, me disait-on. Là-bas, avec ta gueule, ton charme, tu
trouveras le bonheur. Va à Paris, on t’y attend…</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
à Paris, il fait usage de son charme de métis kabyle, devient
mannequin, fait de la publicité, se laisse entraîner dans de folles
nuits, séduit des femmes. Mais il n’est pas heureux. À la suite
d’un passage en hôpital et d’une transfusion sanguine, il
devient séropositif HIV. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
revient en province à Bordeaux où il fréquente les clochards, lui,
le rebeu les apprécie : "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Heureusement,
je me suis rapproché de ce qu’il y a de mieux sur cette terre,
l’élite du genre humain : les clochards. Je sais que je vous
choque en disant cela, enfin, que je choque certains d’entre vous,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
que ce n’est pas vrai. Peut-être. Cette société n’es</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">t</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
pas plus vertueuse mais au moins, elle, elle ne souffre pas du
superflu. Elle n’écrase pas les autres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
aidait les SDF comme il pouvait et remarque "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">alors
qu’on n’aidait pas les gens que pour eux, qu’on le faisait
aussi pour soi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">".</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
devient amoureux de Véronique, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">rencontrée
au centre de soins, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">séropositive
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">elle
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">aussi,
ils décident de se marier. Ils publient les bans pour leur mariage,
ils fêtent ça le soir même au casino, et en sortant il subit les
injures racistes d’un groupe </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">auquel
il</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
répond vertement. Une rixe s’ensuit, les policiers sont appelés,
mais Pascal et Véronique tombent sur des policiers racistes qui les
embarquent, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">les
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">rouent
de coups, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">surtout</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Pascal arrivé à demi-mort au commissariat. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Au
matin, il était mort. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jean
Casset a eu l’envie d’inventer les pensées de Pascal pendant la
nuit tragique, et de retracer les moments importants de toute sa vie.
Ce qui donne un récit</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
romanesque </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Bien
sûr, les parents n’ont pas accepté sans sourciller la version
policière et ont porté plainte devant le</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
tribunal de Bordeaux, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">qui
a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
disculp</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">é</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
les policiers. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">C’était
l’époque de Charles Pasqu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
au Ministère de l’Intérieur, et la chancellerie faisait pression
sur les juges.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
procureur de Bordeaux a dû rouvrir le dossier une dizaine d’années
plus tard, après la publication d’un rapport d’Amnesty
international intitulé </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">France
: des policiers au-dessus des lois</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
qui s'ouvrait justement sur un rappel de l'affaire Taïs. Et le
dossier pass</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
devant la Cour européenne des droits de l’homme, qui constat</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
de nombreuses irrégularités, qu’on a laissé pendant plusieurs
heures Pascal Taïs crier et hurler dans sa cellule sans lui porter
assistance, qu’aucune "enquête effective" sur les
circonstances du décès n'a été menée, qu’aucune explication
"plausible" n’a été donnée sur l'origine des
blessures. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">En
2010, dix-sept ans après la découverte du corps de Pascal Taïs
dans une cellule du commissariat, l’État </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">français
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sera
condamné pour dysfonctionnement du service public de la justice.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’auteur
avoue : "Je me suis totalement identifié à lui </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">[Pascal]</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
J’étais lui couché sur le ciment dans sa cellule. Je voulais lui
redonner vie, lui rendre sa voix. restituer la cruauté de son
destin". Il dira à Sud-Ouest, le grand quotidien local :
"Le crime, les deux non-lieux, l’attitude de la Justice,
tout m’a révolté". Ça donne un récit qui se lie d’une
traite ou presque </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
on en conclura que les violences policières existent. Quand la
République dévie, il faut le dire. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
fermement.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: #221e1f;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<br />cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-5292480133475070812024-02-28T20:39:00.005+01:002024-02-28T20:46:07.025+01:0028 février 2024 : Noël 2023 et Nouvel an 2024<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">celui
qui, sans protester, est le témoin d’un injustice ou d’atteintes
portées à un principe fondamental fait tout ce qu’il peut, en ce
qui le concerne, pour tuer par le silence la justice et l’idée
d’opposition de façon générale. </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Stig
Dagerman, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
dictature du chagrin et autres écrits amers, 1945-1953</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
trad. Philippe Bouquet, 2009)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Mon
ami le traducteur du suédois Philippe Bouquet est mort il y a un an (cf ma page de blog du 14 mars 2023). Lors de mes passages chez lui, au
Mans d’abord où il a longtemps habité, puis à Montpellier où il
s’était retiré en 2020, il m’avait donné quelques-uns de ses
livres traduits, dont celui-ci. Je crois qu’il m’a dit que Stig
Dagerman était son écrivain suédois favori. Et Philippe revient
dans ma mémoire chaque fois que je lis une de ses traductions et j’ai
évidemment repensé à lui lors de mon passage dans l’Hérault à
Noël.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCimNezfSR9oMm19uXqEjDf1TxS85N02GV-L8a74insKSnNvi22jJ175nbT8xFCcQl9O_e2JfxMQjQNOxTRl1yJkJoI9E_kX_KN6XRKzNb7VklmUkOb-4IBHdJa6SEJJg753STrFSrU5kWYu24EMNJ2OaEp3sxY4IG7tCM02FfWROHn-JQVnOrPN26Cq6n/s4128/176.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCimNezfSR9oMm19uXqEjDf1TxS85N02GV-L8a74insKSnNvi22jJ175nbT8xFCcQl9O_e2JfxMQjQNOxTRl1yJkJoI9E_kX_KN6XRKzNb7VklmUkOb-4IBHdJa6SEJJg753STrFSrU5kWYu24EMNJ2OaEp3sxY4IG7tCM02FfWROHn-JQVnOrPN26Cq6n/s320/176.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Le jardin des parents de Pierryl à Lodève</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">J’étais
invité par les parents de Pierryl, le compagnon de ma fille. J’y
suis arrivé le 23 décembre, jour de mon anniversaire. J’y ai été
fort bien accueilli et j’ai fait la connaissance des deux sœurs de
Pierryl, Ludivine, avocate des pauvres à Marseille, de son compagnon
et de leur petit garçon (4 ans), et Annick, comédienne à Paris.
Lucile et Pierryl ont débarqué à leur tour, avec la petite Sasha,
qui a bien changé depuis mon séjour à Londres du mois de mai. Elle
s’est entendue à merveille avec son cousin qu’elle suivait
partout.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnQ6HgSrg9zsCogyZaaS8y798UDSTXy3xvegP4dpF5ONPIW2FniZcLx-B1QX1JafzyW9q4y2ByC5xLcz-HO5OYuvjRSci5SF1lr0YWt7E_6INauikbTrjN2qCNLJIZlEILbgIy7EC6TTeJNPEpUDKdIvJ3kpFNUThV745i0IRdUiP2xMPeqFF32a9IXKH/s4128/155.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnQ6HgSrg9zsCogyZaaS8y798UDSTXy3xvegP4dpF5ONPIW2FniZcLx-B1QX1JafzyW9q4y2ByC5xLcz-HO5OYuvjRSci5SF1lr0YWt7E_6INauikbTrjN2qCNLJIZlEILbgIy7EC6TTeJNPEpUDKdIvJ3kpFNUThV745i0IRdUiP2xMPeqFF32a9IXKH/s320/155.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span>Sasha et son cousin</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLb6q37kXGQz-04j8t5SuOD9rT6D0EJEarSlI04ao9pkCNYyFDGvxAWZLWEqe9ZJ5H7Q4NXhpivyMb62yRtpX4jhFF99MTWeSa4FZMD5KuA83QHmUvxqG_5bZVf-UgGdIdd5l0aH4e1_l19nzNgn4PD0LHwncIGtqnNFXloND3qsU1jJ9lwkyGpvm8ME3/s4128/163.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLb6q37kXGQz-04j8t5SuOD9rT6D0EJEarSlI04ao9pkCNYyFDGvxAWZLWEqe9ZJ5H7Q4NXhpivyMb62yRtpX4jhFF99MTWeSa4FZMD5KuA83QHmUvxqG_5bZVf-UgGdIdd5l0aH4e1_l19nzNgn4PD0LHwncIGtqnNFXloND3qsU1jJ9lwkyGpvm8ME3/s320/163.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Les ânes du Larzac</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">On
s’est promené dans Lodève et même dans les environs, sur les
hauteurs du Larzac où les parents de Pierryl ont des amis. Sasha et son cousin étaient ravis devant les ânes du Larzac.La soirée
de Noël a été délicieuse, le Champagne a coulé à flots et,
franchement, je ne regrettais pas d’être allé si loin, d’autant
plus que j’ai fait connaissance avec la cuisine réunionnaise, la
famille de Perryl ayant vécu une vingtaine d’années à la
Réunion : on a eu droit bien sûr à un rougail et aussi à
d’autres plats exotiques dont j’ai oublié le nom, parfumés et épicés… </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Plus distribution de cadeaux !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XdoHWKzXIj0BF6kJ27Nmdngc8Pfmaji-o2I88F6DXcBysFfvDzvMYO8HL8Y8ymtr8Zh5miUIUrEthB7-Os4qN51fTR2NZW4xNUaPA-t10rKgUlQSvc_Ja7YFVtAS0W3PkjbZ5qyBPOrKNFPy5LIfbRpnn9kZoBJ1gB2SSCzIsMgKk5iW8t_KQ2FzztUo/s1648/123.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1648" data-original-width="1236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XdoHWKzXIj0BF6kJ27Nmdngc8Pfmaji-o2I88F6DXcBysFfvDzvMYO8HL8Y8ymtr8Zh5miUIUrEthB7-Os4qN51fTR2NZW4xNUaPA-t10rKgUlQSvc_Ja7YFVtAS0W3PkjbZ5qyBPOrKNFPy5LIfbRpnn9kZoBJ1gB2SSCzIsMgKk5iW8t_KQ2FzztUo/s320/123.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Lucile et Sasha</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Le
lendemain de Noël, nous sommes allés à Toulouse avec Pierryl,
Lucile et Sasha, dans la voiture prêtée par les parents. Nous avons
dormi à Beauzelle (banlieue de Toulouse) chez ma sœur Marie-France, et le 26 décembre, ce fut la
rencontre familiale chez ma belle-sœur Anne et ses trois enfants, accompagnés de leur dulcinée pour les deux garçons. Mais manquaient mon
beau-frère Jean-François, retenu dans son EHPAD par une santé
défaillante ; manquaient aussi la sœur de Claire, Marie et son mari Bernard, retenus
à Cestas, près de Bordeaux, où je ne les aurai pas vus de l’année
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(chaque
fois qu’on s’est donné un rendez-vous, j’étais cloué sur un
lit de douleur). Mais il y avait le fils de Jean-François, Guilhem
et ses deux fils. Petite fête agréable ; après le repas,
petite promenade le long de la Garonne. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Et encore distribution de cadeaux...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiat5Es82v4SojnOXFcjDrvxJcveKPxBoQZRdWkf8Ifxt0HHLTlHnOxyJ7WfpNZtVKxvmpDNo72E6zHakIqP-uM4vuALHhoB4JBslCg_Ze-fOUmFdDn7xuwMOMJD8XpHnFSVFGSuzjyg7wONz8hnkqdU3iMdSq-SPv2nMcGUk9WKQLEg63PFDlrbWKzrnX/s2048/187.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiat5Es82v4SojnOXFcjDrvxJcveKPxBoQZRdWkf8Ifxt0HHLTlHnOxyJ7WfpNZtVKxvmpDNo72E6zHakIqP-uM4vuALHhoB4JBslCg_Ze-fOUmFdDn7xuwMOMJD8XpHnFSVFGSuzjyg7wONz8hnkqdU3iMdSq-SPv2nMcGUk9WKQLEg63PFDlrbWKzrnX/s320/187.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span>à Beauzelle, derrière Sasha, Marie-France, Pierryl, Lucile et Lenny</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Soirée
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">à
Beauzelle</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
chez Marie-France et Lenny. Leur fils Hugo </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(né
la même année que Lucile)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
et sa compagne Laura sont venus. C’était pareillement </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">chouette,
dans une atmosphère décontractée. Re-distribution de cadeaux...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Et le lendemain, j’ai
abandonné tout ce beau monde pour m’arrêter à Montpellier chez
mon autre sœur, Monique, qui venait de prendre sa retraite. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Belle
soirée aussi. Et le lendemain, j’ai repris la route pour Lyon où
m’attendaient mes vieux compagnons de voyage, Jean, connu sur le
cargo en 2013, et Fortune, connue sur le ferry qui m’amenait
d’Algeciras à Tanger en 2012. Je les vois depuis régulièrement
au moins une fois par an, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">parfois
deux fois, au printemps en plus du Nouvel an.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4yY1Fle-APetCyUKQLl8yf-o4PubAIWiPwTqdNPrM_pgvdjPtnH-m5DrIna8LL_3xkCpNXNkJLAsLYh0NnKxyxgV-H8aQ46vqoby9V8lCbUCQj9LrOCe0xeCYcU8RddSdoL9xXtG2XHDPvl79ZAJgCI2qh82N6h2DeG5Rjd2FwBrlmidEbzXvgphSBsi/s4128/194.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4yY1Fle-APetCyUKQLl8yf-o4PubAIWiPwTqdNPrM_pgvdjPtnH-m5DrIna8LL_3xkCpNXNkJLAsLYh0NnKxyxgV-H8aQ46vqoby9V8lCbUCQj9LrOCe0xeCYcU8RddSdoL9xXtG2XHDPvl79ZAJgCI2qh82N6h2DeG5Rjd2FwBrlmidEbzXvgphSBsi/s320/194.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span>Jean dans son salon</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Depuis
quelques années, j’ai l’habitude d’aller chez Jean quand je
vais à Lyon. Je dors sur la canapé, on se balade dans Lyon, on s’y
baladait du moins, car l’an dernier, il peinait à marcher. Cette
fois-ci, il allait un peu mieux, et on a pu sortir ensemble, en
particulier pour faire des courses au Marché Bocuse, à 200 m de
chez lui. Il adore cuisiner, bien que mangeant très peu lui-même et
m’a concocté de savoureux petits plats, pendant les quelques jours
que j’ai passés là. Le vendredi, il avait invité également
son amie Nadine (que je connaissais déjà) accompagnée de son mari Serge, que je découvrais ; on a passé
quelques bonnes heures ensemble. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-mouU9iAeLl2vWfCbhjz1MAFwzYvs9meZxMOpmq8dvzgc6Nry0Qz7wsTD9HT0YNPDXUYw6E1xM_6AM637f0I1tTJdIhjPtB_8oGBV6_atc7RbUq8D0HcYb1_VQ1NaiFsZ6MGY_qh6SqZ51MtudMTKll_OyAN2vVCh_MrHHEONqhKAS7qDg8DbqFYhSzd/s4128/188.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-mouU9iAeLl2vWfCbhjz1MAFwzYvs9meZxMOpmq8dvzgc6Nry0Qz7wsTD9HT0YNPDXUYw6E1xM_6AM637f0I1tTJdIhjPtB_8oGBV6_atc7RbUq8D0HcYb1_VQ1NaiFsZ6MGY_qh6SqZ51MtudMTKll_OyAN2vVCh_MrHHEONqhKAS7qDg8DbqFYhSzd/s320/188.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Fortune chez elle, avant de partir au restaurant</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Le
lendemain 30 décembre, je suis allé chercher Fortune, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">que
j’avais invitée</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
au restaurant. La vieille dame (90 ans) avait bien besoin de mon
bras, bien que le resto ne soit qu’à 300 m. Elle l’avait réservé
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">et
fut déçue de ne pas pouvoir s'installer au 1</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">er</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></sup></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
étage, plus douillet selon elle : on a dû se contenter d’une table
en rez-de-chaussée. Heureusement, il faisait beau. Elle m’a
raconté avec gourmandise son dernier voyage à Tanger, deux semaines au mois
d’octobre dernier, Jean lui avait pris les billets d’avion et
réservé l’hôtel, mais elle y est allée seule. Elle y retrouvait ses
amies tangéroises tous les matins pour papoter dans un café où
elles prenaient ensemble le repas de midi. Après une courte sieste,
elle ressortait visiter Tanger toute seule, sans s’ennuyer ; en octobre il faisait 22 ou 23 °. Pas la
moindre peur à son âge !!! Puissé-je être aussi hardi
qu’elle si, par miracle, j’atteins un tel âge !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Enfin,
le soir du 31, nous réveillonnâmes</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, Jean
et moi,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> jusqu’à minuit passé, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">nous
régalant de </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Laurel
et Hardy conscrits</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, que j'avais choisi
parmi les nombreux films qu’il a enregistrés sur son disque dur.
L’an dernier, nous étions au théâtre, mais je n’avais rien
réservé cette fois, ne sachant pas trop dans quel état de santé
j'allai le trouver. Je l'ai quitté le 2 janvier, pour rentrer sur
Bordeaux le 3, après un arrêt chez ma belle-sœur Anne et son mari, où une chambre
libre m’attendait cette fois-ci, leurs enfants étant partis.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidsCdcO4FxYmUachrCg-FDonPoil18mtpyEAognoK0T9sUg5CogVQZx2X8NVkT-23u5HjgSfcSSCqN6LXpTe3Q6S0AIHf1RPu64bHMuWsPWpIGQTLuNagnAEhqaVNjeOqxhGvAkNRCRhpV8B23EykiJyJbLHLJOO_gLpDF_UBr5xR6ScUNK54S99t2v9D/s259/526.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidsCdcO4FxYmUachrCg-FDonPoil18mtpyEAognoK0T9sUg5CogVQZx2X8NVkT-23u5HjgSfcSSCqN6LXpTe3Q6S0AIHf1RPu64bHMuWsPWpIGQTLuNagnAEhqaVNjeOqxhGvAkNRCRhpV8B23EykiJyJbLHLJOO_gLpDF_UBr5xR6ScUNK54S99t2v9D/s1600/526.jpg" width="194" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Beau
parcours de douze jours, où j’ai honoré la famille et les amis.
La sciatique n’était plus qu’un mauvais souvenir ! Et ne
parlons pas de la pancréatite, c’était devenu de la préhistoire !
Et vive l’an nouveau ! Et la santé et la bonne humeur et les retrouvailles !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet SM;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-56999143099703334242024-02-27T14:54:00.003+01:002024-02-27T22:09:38.690+01:0027 février 2024 : Zo d'Axa (le livre du mois)<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Vivre
pour l'heure présente, hors le mirage des sociétés futures ;
vivre et palper cette existence dans le plaisir hautain de la
bataille sociale. C'est plus qu'un état d'esprit : c'est une
manière d'être - et tout de suite. </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Zo
d’Axa, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L'En
dehors</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
1892) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsJoOvy-ntm-CapPipui3_HqucNGEt8GITKBPcpFizxoKRcIUUbK2vhdFpjsVM2bJWex4OMrMEXHGa1PbWBzWLIa4qilX7kOacwK5sa4c5GW5GgGuCxY3MCZWPizzrhnN10DIbAmw8yn5OF3EuGeWkozNSwXLEVWLY-0ztBpih6IIHRgeQTHwq0XM1E3q/s361/525.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="361" data-original-width="221" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsJoOvy-ntm-CapPipui3_HqucNGEt8GITKBPcpFizxoKRcIUUbK2vhdFpjsVM2bJWex4OMrMEXHGa1PbWBzWLIa4qilX7kOacwK5sa4c5GW5GgGuCxY3MCZWPizzrhnN10DIbAmw8yn5OF3EuGeWkozNSwXLEVWLY-0ztBpih6IIHRgeQTHwq0XM1E3q/s320/525.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><br />
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Z</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">o
d’Axa (1864-1930) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">fu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">t
un publiciste libertaire, individualiste, anti état et
antimil</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">i</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">tariste,
auteur de pamphlets et créateur de journaux indépendants tels </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">que
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">l’Endehors</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(1891-1893)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
et </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">La
feuille</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(1897-1899),
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">qui
lui valurent d’être emprisonné à Mazas et diverses prisons,
d’être obligé de s’exiler </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(notamment
à Londres, ville des pro</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">s</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">crits,
écrivains et artistes, où il connut Louise Michel et Georges
Darien)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
en vertu des lois "scélérates" de la Troisième
République. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Inculpé</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
d’association de malfaiteurs, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">alors
qu’il</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
ne fai</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sai</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">t
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">pourtant
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">qu’écrire et
soutenir les familles d’anarchistes emprisonnés. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Autant
dire tout de suite que le livre </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">dont
je vais parler</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
est un formidable récit de voyage, un récit carcéral puissant et
une réflexion sur la tyrannie de l’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">É</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">tat
et de ses filiales, la justice </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">aux
ordres</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
et l’administration pénitentiaire. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC4V8OIMEE7S2FIPteJOsnDMk4Lolj2cHsKaEiu0eALChkeqhkH1GobalKARCbsSyQ4hSHp4R8PdVHnHfTkQ2zLNgAO8xGjCIQgcKopSACma4dUx_hyphenhyphen235QEZEMS1-gada4WP3nRzBClohtLAKp7ru9VPkGTZzh1GQTfhS_al4q-GfDrat11OD8pLll9P/s392/524.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuC4V8OIMEE7S2FIPteJOsnDMk4Lolj2cHsKaEiu0eALChkeqhkH1GobalKARCbsSyQ4hSHp4R8PdVHnHfTkQ2zLNgAO8xGjCIQgcKopSACma4dUx_hyphenhyphen235QEZEMS1-gada4WP3nRzBClohtLAKp7ru9VPkGTZzh1GQTfhS_al4q-GfDrat11OD8pLll9P/s320/524.jpg" width="258" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span> </span>lithographie de Steinlein en couverture du livre<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">De
Mazas à Jérusalem</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(titre
de l’édition française de 1895) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ou
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
grand trimard</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(titre
de l’édition belge publiée simultanément) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">est
un récit autobiographique qui relate son emprisonnement d’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">un
mois en</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
1892 </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">il
y fut tenu longtemps</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
au secret)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
et la période d’exil qui s’ensuivit, d’abord à Londres puis
en voyage en Europe des Pays-Bas jusqu’en </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">T</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">urquie (dont la Palestine faisait partie alors),
en passant par l’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Allemagne,
l’Italie, l’Autriche, la Grèce. C’est donc à la fois le récit
de la prison et un récit de voyage où il ne garde pas les yeux dans sa poche, toujours poursuivi par les sbires de la police. Il finit
par être rattrapé à Jaffa, encellulé au Consulat </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">de
France</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
avant d’être rapatrié sur un paquebot où il est d’abord mis
aux fers avant d’en être libéré par un commandant tout
simplement humain. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mais
il est de nouveau arrêté </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">dès</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
son arrivée </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
restera cette fois dix-huit mois en prison à Marseille, puis à
Sainte-Pélagie jusqu’en 1894</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Personnage
étonnant, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Zo
d’Axa</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
ne se veut d’aucun parti :</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Pas
plus groupé dans l’anarchie qu’embrigadé chez les
socialistes.Être l’homme affranchi, l’isolé chercheur
d’au-delà ; mais non fasciné par un rêve. Avoir la fierté
de s’affirmer, hors les écoles et les sectes : Endehors</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
C’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">est
la raison pour laquelle il quitte Londres, en plein congrès
socialiste international savoureusement raconté, et dans lequel il
ne se reconnaît pas.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Quant
à la prison, Zo d’Axa nous livre ses réflexions. Le fait est que peu
de ses amis cherchent à venir le voir </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">à
Mazas, eux-mêmes incarcérés, ou en exil ou dans la clandestinité</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> :
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Elle
est salutaire, la petite atteinte d’amour-propre qui vous révèle,
en prison, qu’on est si vite oublié. C’est bien. On n’en sera
que plus fort</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il évoque la manière dont les garde-chiourmes traitent les droits communs :
"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">En
cachette quelques paroles échangées avec les détenus de droit
commun, les « auxiliaires » qui balaient nos escaliers.
J’apprends de laides histoires et comment les gardiens, plutôt
polis avec nous, sont de l’autre côté cruels. Tous les jours des
vingtaines d’hommes au pain sec ; l’hiver il n’y a pas de
calorifère et les cachots humides sévissent. On en sort perclus,
rhumatisant, poitrinaire.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Donc
les injustices perdurent en prison aussi.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
sait aussi que pour supporter la prison, il faut la force de ne pas
se plaindre ni dramatiser : "On serait trop à plaindre, je crois, si
l’on avait la romanesque tendance à dramatiser les choses.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"
D’autant plus que le règlement,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
"odieux en lui-même, est aggravé dans la pratique par de
mesquines cruautés (1)".</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
puis, qu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">nd
enfin on est libéré : "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">par
une soirée tiède de mai, je reprenais place dans la vie. C’est
beau le bruit de la rue, on ne l’entend pas généralement. C’est
une harmonie forte et douce, où vibre l’activité jamais lasse, où
l’amour chante.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
quand, à Jaffa, il tente de s’évader du Consulat français, où
on le tient enfermé, le bonheur incroyable : "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
me regardais m’évader. Car c’est ainsi : le plus grand
amusement de la vie reste celui qu’on s’offre à soi-même -
pour </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ai</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">nsi
dire en se dédoublant</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Réflexions
aussi sur le voyage : "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Partir,
et pour n’importe où. Oh, ce n’est pas que l’on s’illusionne
à rêver d’accueil fraternel sous d’autres cieux. Le proscrit
sait que tout asile est incertain."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
sur la société en généra</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">i</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
Le libertaire parle </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
proclame qu’il n’est pas question de se taire devant les
ignominies du pouvoir</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> :</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Se
taire ! Rester inerte lorsque, sous nos yeux, des infamies se
commettent, lorsque les maîtres supplicient les esclaves, lorsque
des magistrats frappent des innocents ; désarmer, en un mot,
tant que cette Société sévit – jamais ! Nous ne serions
plus nous-mêmes</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">D’ailleurs
il est rejoint dans son refus d’un certain ordre établi par
d’autres qui ne supportent pas l’oppression : "Et je
pense aux camarades désintéressés qui bataillent avec nous, en
avant-garde, à ces fils de bourgeois qui auraient pu couler
béatement leur vie et qui ont préféré le combat pour l’idée et
pour la joie ; je pense à ces déserteurs de la bourgeoisie
passés avec leur plume et leur vaillance aux côtés des opprimés".
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">E</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">t
plus question d’attendre, comme le promettent les religions,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">d’accéder
au paradis après la mort : "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Assez
longtemps on a fait cheminer les hommes en leur montrant la conquête
du ciel. Nous ne voulons même plus attendre d’avoir conquis toute
la terre. Chacun, marchons pour notre joie</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">".</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
livre est magnifiquement présenté par l’éditeur Plein chant
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(comme
tous leurs livres imprimés) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">dans
leur collection Type-Type, avec des gravures de l’édition originelle
dues à Steinlein, Pissarro et Valloton. Le texte, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">composé
de courts chapitres, d’une écriture sèche et précise, maniant
l’ironie et laissant de la place au silence,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
est enserré dans un encadrement d’oiseaux, symbolisant la liberté.
Ça se lit d’une seule traite et mon seul regret est d’avoir tant
attendu pour le lire. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Précipitez-vous ! Il est encore disponible chez l'éditeur : un beau cadeau pour les amateurs de liberté. <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(1)
Pour avoir fait de la lecture en prison </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">pendant
dix ans</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
et avoir visité la majorité des établissements pénitentiaires du Poitou-Charentes pendant
mes années de conseiller pour le livre </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">à la Direction Régionale des Affaires Culturelles (1995-1999)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">,
je ne </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">suis</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
pas </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sûr
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">que
les choses ont tellement changé depuis le IIIème République ! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-59333610490975596012024-02-25T12:13:00.000+01:002024-02-25T12:13:04.119+01:0025 février 2024 : L'affiche rouge (chanson du mois)<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mes
amis écrivains ont importé pour moi ou importent toujours. Dans ce
« toujours », je pense aux morts et à ceux que je
rencontrerai encore, car je crois que l’on rencontre tout au long
de la vie.</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Jocelyne
François, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Car
vous ne savez ni le jour, ni l’heure, Journal 2008-2018</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
Les Moments littéraires, 2022)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Je
lis en ce moment ce magnifique </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Journal</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">
dont je n’ai pas lu les trois premiers volumes. Je découvre ainsi
cette écrivaine de 90 ans. Parmi les diaristes contemporains, c’est
la seule avec Charles Juliet qui me parle et dont je me sens proche,
presque intime. Ce qu’elle dit des écrivains, morts ou vivants, on
peut le dire aussi des chansons qui nous accompagnent toute notre vie.
J’avais eu la chance de voir Léo Ferré à Auch juste avant de
partir en Guadeloupe, et il avait chanté deux ou trois chansons sur
des poèmes d’Aragon. Comme notre cher président a eu l’excellente
idée (ça lui arrive) de choisir l’une d’elle pour la
panthéonisation des Manouchian, je vous en propose le texte comme
chanson du mois. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Et
ici chanté par HK, rappeur d’origine immigrée, pour rappeler les
FTP-MOI (Francs-Tireurs et Partisans - Main d’Oeuvre Immigrée) dont
faisaient partie les Manouchian. On trouve sur internet
d’innombrables chanteurs et chanteuses l’ayant interprétée également.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ_ytQQl0SvdlkbYOVzJ4pE0zDbv1v4ts7k0L6ac3QQqoGLkh4UIDQNQCS4uK-sqffxJ1f78qkT0lq4ikegU1PK6azzrzVERzEJly4VzgELf5uUmkCLCUsqWNEAAf1X1SZKXJQqAACyuW3W-XInJGA4Mj4QQGLL1VMGTOYBYUyQT5O49u8FSaiUPT53NB/s740/523.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="490" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJ_ytQQl0SvdlkbYOVzJ4pE0zDbv1v4ts7k0L6ac3QQqoGLkh4UIDQNQCS4uK-sqffxJ1f78qkT0lq4ikegU1PK6azzrzVERzEJly4VzgELf5uUmkCLCUsqWNEAAf1X1SZKXJQqAACyuW3W-XInJGA4Mj4QQGLL1VMGTOYBYUyQT5O49u8FSaiUPT53NB/s320/523.jpg" width="212" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">L'affiche
rouge </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Léo
Ferré) </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</h2>
<h2 class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">sur
le texte de Louis Aragon "Strophes pour se souvenir"</span></span></span></span></span></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
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</p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">Vous
n'avez réclamé la gloire, ni les larmes<br />
Ni l'orgue, ni la
prière aux agonisants<br />
11 ans déjà, que cela passe vite 11
ans<br />
Vous vous étiez servis simplement de vos armes<br />
La mort
n'éblouit pas les yeux des Partisans</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Vous
aviez vos portraits sur les murs de nos villes<br />
Noirs de barbe et
de nuit hirsutes menaçants<br />
L'affiche qui semblait une tache de
sang<br />
Parce qu'à prononcer vos noms sont difficiles<br />
Y
cherchait un effet de peur sur les passants</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Nul
ne semblait vous voir Français de préférence<br />
Les gens
allaient sans yeux pour vous le jour durant<br />
Mais à l'heure du
couvre-feu des doigts errants<br />
Avaient écrit sous vos photos
"morts pour la France"<br />
Et les mornes matins en étaient
différents</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Tout
avait la couleur uniforme du givre<br />
À la fin février pour vos
derniers moments<br />
Et c'est alors que l'un de vous dit
calmement<br />
"Bonheur à tous, bonheur à ceux qui vont
survivre"<br />
"Je meurs sans haine en moi pour le peuple
allemand"</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Adieu
la peine et le plaisir, adieu les roses<br />
Adieu la vie, adieu la
lumière et le vent<br />
Marie-toi, sois heureuse et pense à moi
souvent<br />
Toi qui vas demeurer dans la beauté des choses<br />
Quand
tout sera fini plus tard en Erevan *</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Un
grand soleil d'hiver éclaire la colline<br />
Que la nature est belle
et que le cœur me fend<br />
La justice viendra sur nos pas
triomphants<br />
Ma Mélinée, ô mon amour, mon orpheline<br />
Et je
te dis de vivre et d'avoir un enfant</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Ils
étaient 20 et 3 quand les fusils fleurirent<br />
20 et 3 qui
donnaient leurs cœurs avant le temps<br />
20 et 3 étrangers et nos
frères pourtant<br />
20 et 3 amoureux de vivre à en mourir<br />
20
et 3 qui criaient la France en s'abattant</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">chanté
par HK</span></span></p>
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</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPK4KwQIHU8"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPK4KwQIHU8</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a></span></span></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">*
Je n’ai pas le texte d’Aragon sous le nez, mais il me semble
qu’il avait écrit Erivan, graphie du nom de l'époque que je connaissais dans mon enfance,
mais qui s’écrit aujourd’hui Erevan, comme le dit le chanteur.
Il me semble d'ailleurs que Léo Ferré, comme Marc Ogeret, Francesca Solleville, Isabelle Aubret, Lenny Escudero, tous interprètes dont j'écoutais les versions, disaient Erivan ?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-52756154619924038882024-02-24T14:03:00.002+01:002024-02-24T14:18:04.315+01:0024 février 2024 : en novembre, fiançailles malgré ma sciatique<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Il
n’est pas dans mes habitudes ni dans mon éducation d’écouter
les autres et de suivre leurs conseils. Même si un conseil est bon,
il est forcément mauvais du fait qu’il vient d’autrui.</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Varlam
Chalamov, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Vichéra</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
trad. Sophie Benech, Verdier, 2000)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
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<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Depuis
novembre, je ne suis sorti de Bordeaux que trois fois, et je n’ai rien noté,
car la sciatique m’avait coupé les ailes des envies d’écrire
et de me raconter. La grippe de janvier (malgré la vaccination) n’a
rien arrangé, sans doute à cause de l’épée de Damoclès juchée dans ma
tête depuis que le scanner de juin-juillet dernier avait révélé
un anévrisme de l’artère iliaque droite. Comme j’en parlais à
droite et à gauche, chacun ou presque avait à me dire qu’il
connaissait bien ça, que tel ou tel de ses amis, ou membres de sa
famille, avait été victime d’une rupture d’anévrisme, et s’en
était sorti les pieds devant ou handicapé physiquement et
mentalement. Pas de quoi se réjouir donc. Je me suis consolé en
voyageant : fiançailles de Mathieu fin novembre, Noël en
famille à Lodève, Toulouse, Montpellier et Nouvel an à Lyon,
Théâtre en appartement chez les cousins de Paris. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Heureusement
depuis j’ai vu en janvier le cardiologue, qui m’avait déjà rassuré
(l’artère en question n’est pas une grosse artère) et
en février l’angiologue, qui m’a examiné les artères de la tête aux pieds ; ce dernier en me disant que je n’avais pas
d’anévrisme, que c’était une mauvaise interprétation du
scanner ; </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">j'ai retrouvé la joie de vivre</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">. Et c’est vrai, je me sens bien mieux depuis. J’ai réussi
à écrire un poème, à retravailler bien sûr. Je refais des
projets : un stage zen à la mi-mai, aller revoir mon ami berger dans l'Ardèche, un nouveau séjour à
Venise fin août-début septembre, un probable voyage en Angleterre
fin mai-début juin, en Allemagne à une date non précisée encore.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">* * *</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Parlons des fiançailles de Mélanie et de Mathieu. J'avais trouvé ça étrange et ringard, puis ils m'ont expliqué que ça tiendra lieu de mariage, car ils se marieront dans la plus stricte intimité en 2024. J'étais donc condamné à ne pas les décevoir et à être présent, malgré la sciatique qui m'handicapait lourdement.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nonobstant
mes douleurs, et n’écoutant pas mes sœurs qui me disaient :
« Tu es complètement fou d’aller à Stuttgart, avec la
traversée de Paris en métro. Au moins, prends un taxi ! »
Que nenni, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">je
suis donc parti le vendredi matin pour rejoindre Paris. Et</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
j’ai bien pris le métro, descendant et remontant les nombreux
escaliers et enfilant le long couloir de tapis roulants de la station
Montparnasse. Cela m’a un peu dérouillé les jambes. J’avais le
temps, Gare de l’Est, de manger mes provisions (sandwiches maison,
l’un au jambon, l’autre au fromage, une banane), puis de sortir
pour attendre mon beau-frère et ma belle-sœur de Toulouse, Anne,
Alain et leur fille Florence, avec qui j’allais prendre le train
pour l’Allemagne. Je les ai rejoints dans un petit restaurant en
face de la gare, où je me suis contenté d’un café, pendant qu'ils achevaient de manger.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiIlCFiC-rO0oLzd8WEM13RId6JtJk-SAOn8SJmsgwVWTF5waF3si5lCFZQFvwydGrv6vxRp8JGmEQlsc_gXw1QWYR96qWRhzb17cHr73YjPRnl1BZKhHdgEVG7MsTCoNevhMglpUT5Y3u_fSTVpb7Hw-xw2kxrIBVIfIc4QFYALvSYjOeX0CgW3uv6dP/s900/Ludwigsburg.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiIlCFiC-rO0oLzd8WEM13RId6JtJk-SAOn8SJmsgwVWTF5waF3si5lCFZQFvwydGrv6vxRp8JGmEQlsc_gXw1QWYR96qWRhzb17cHr73YjPRnl1BZKhHdgEVG7MsTCoNevhMglpUT5Y3u_fSTVpb7Hw-xw2kxrIBVIfIc4QFYALvSYjOeX0CgW3uv6dP/s320/Ludwigsburg.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Le château</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Puis
nous som</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">m</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">es
montés dans le train, rejoignant nos places respectives dans des
wagons différents, puisque nous n’avions pas pris nos billets
ensemble. Voyage sans encombre </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">jusqu’à
Stuttgart</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
Mathieu nous attendait à la gare </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(il
avait loué une voiture)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
ainsi que Mélanie, mais nous accompagnâmes les Toulousains au
logement réservé, avant de manger </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">avec
eux </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">dans
un restaurant local.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">C’était
vendredi soir. Puis j’ai dormi dans l’appartement de Mathieu et
Mélanie, joliment décoré par des lustres (malheureusement une
seule des photos prises avec mon smartphone permet d’en voir un) et
des plantes vertes (Mélanie a la main verte et Mathieu aussi). Mathieu a déplié le
canapé du salon et j’ai bien dormi.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-Uipzj4m__lPxK9XmOTJXF4tXXCdM3-fAUdkZpB6YoCUDRl-ryyIU3ahXEEn1iu97XpG1dYcKUAKDp02DPEdA4D4ZE2NzlgR-UdEaU61TG33dEvxB3xcKZc_jzRVYBAAzYbWzh4KO0MrZDVsDIZRugMxICh6BEQyxSCspIZg7GY1bUslx9huo7vw9p4j/s4128/142.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span></span></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB-Uipzj4m__lPxK9XmOTJXF4tXXCdM3-fAUdkZpB6YoCUDRl-ryyIU3ahXEEn1iu97XpG1dYcKUAKDp02DPEdA4D4ZE2NzlgR-UdEaU61TG33dEvxB3xcKZc_jzRVYBAAzYbWzh4KO0MrZDVsDIZRugMxICh6BEQyxSCspIZg7GY1bUslx9huo7vw9p4j/s4128/142.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHW5oGZFxDuup-bL8RHMiErf0Ph9jMUFozVOmgbjZCj9TrlNnHQW9D-rLmPTBU-7HrQgSxpCjooXaQIYFJcmhvDC8cAzvA42557b7Kum0GOuBrlZvWCzM9Mq57wQqbD4anuabv4N3nu9jOLocz6EL59hx1_zYVniOcUbNSuZoQlrDEebuLk58e4U10-ZNj/s4128/142.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHW5oGZFxDuup-bL8RHMiErf0Ph9jMUFozVOmgbjZCj9TrlNnHQW9D-rLmPTBU-7HrQgSxpCjooXaQIYFJcmhvDC8cAzvA42557b7Kum0GOuBrlZvWCzM9Mq57wQqbD4anuabv4N3nu9jOLocz6EL59hx1_zYVniOcUbNSuZoQlrDEebuLk58e4U10-ZNj/s320/142.jpg" width="240" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>au restaurant, </span>les heureux fiancés</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
jour suivant, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">samedi,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
nous sommes allés au repas de fiançailles dans un beau restaurant, pas </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">trop
loin </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">de
chez eu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">x</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
où ils avaient réservé une grande salle. J’ai fait
connaissance avec la famille de Mélanie (ses parents, sa sœur, un
oncle). C’était relativement intime, on devait être une vingtaine
en tout. Lucile, Pierryl et Sa</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">s</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ha
étaient arrivés de Londres dans la matinée, ainsi que les deux fils d’Anne
et Alain. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Après
de brefs discours et un verre de champagne, on s’est mis à table : au menu, des
entrées végétales, et au choix : confit d’oie (je n’en
avais plus mangé depuis mon enfance, c’est ce que j’ai pris) ou
rôti de bœuf, avec leurs légumes. Je ne me souviens pas du
dessert, n’ayant pas pris de notes, sans doute glace et/ou gâteau. Sasha a été sage tant qu’elle
a été sur la chaise haute, mais dès qu’elle en est descendue,
elle a couru dans tous les sens, et un garde du corps (son père ou sa mère) devait la
suivre.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHBIMyn6VRSo8yGldIl4tRNEpNn0PdJs49FhduRWL43SWpD9HQHPUGFxUTZhg8SZiw3s4Be13Zw_xOuazcsS2snJAaWIUumZe4ke-m2ADsPCOaW8al0XdXBoX7XDXhxcZ8r8frLqjMIOi0KjzAlKvYTNmriKDHRH1tpxMDDFabtgM9vmTCgt9eTwVp_r9/s4128/138.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHBIMyn6VRSo8yGldIl4tRNEpNn0PdJs49FhduRWL43SWpD9HQHPUGFxUTZhg8SZiw3s4Be13Zw_xOuazcsS2snJAaWIUumZe4ke-m2ADsPCOaW8al0XdXBoX7XDXhxcZ8r8frLqjMIOi0KjzAlKvYTNmriKDHRH1tpxMDDFabtgM9vmTCgt9eTwVp_r9/s320/138.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>une assiette garnie</span></span></span></span><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dans
l’après-midi, tout le monde est parti à pied vers le château de
Ludwigsburg : c’est une belle demeure du début du XVIIIème
et son parc est magnifique. La nuit s’apprêtait à tomber. J’avoue
que j’ai un peu peiné, car c’était à plus d’un km, et ma
sciatique était loin d’être finie. Néanmoins j’étais content
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">d’être
là pour fêter Mathieu et Mélanie. D’autant que la nuit étant
tombée, nous avons fait le tour du parc, et de sa belle exposition
toute illuminée d’installations artistiques faites avec des
citrouilles. Nous avons achevé la soirée en faisant un tour au
Marché de Noël, Mathieu m’a raccompagné me coucher, j’étais
vanné, puis il y est retourné finir la soirée en buvant du vin
chaud. Je me suis endormi comme une masse.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JgBtRxSpmEK5VLwIL-zeRi9rzTejVafkNTAjhWBf9gYwM_AvKP7Qa3NDOwcbvXG0kCGFmG7lbB_jhCD1ALst-qILgmUqJk3lXQ8N-Bh4iiUxKsaulRi_uK1SGVrzq3t0vsLt1ZOvw4VBEor3E8gq7HOyg3URnu-5g4PeFp2HFq-_jdYFdphOQjyRbIPV/s4128/143.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JgBtRxSpmEK5VLwIL-zeRi9rzTejVafkNTAjhWBf9gYwM_AvKP7Qa3NDOwcbvXG0kCGFmG7lbB_jhCD1ALst-qILgmUqJk3lXQ8N-Bh4iiUxKsaulRi_uK1SGVrzq3t0vsLt1ZOvw4VBEor3E8gq7HOyg3URnu-5g4PeFp2HFq-_jdYFdphOQjyRbIPV/s320/143.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span><span> </span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">une installation de citrouilles<br /> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">
</span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nous
nous sommes retrouvés dimanche vers 11 h du matin, en petit comité
(sauf les Toulousains qui avaient pris le train du retour ainsi que
l’oncle de Mélanie). Mélanie et Mathieu avaient réservé une
table au restaurant turc près de chez eux, pour un brunch qui
faisait à la fois petit-déjeuner et déjeuner. Ce fut très
sympathique, et ça ne me changeait pas tellement de Londres où je
suis souvent allé dans des restaurants turcs avec Lucile et Pierryl.
J’ai faire plus amplement connaissance avec les parents de Mélanie,
car j’étais juste en face d’eux, tandis que dans le restaurant
des fiançailles, on était loin.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYPqdMOkChZ4hlchY7TZa_dmR_pNF7Wv9DbbqFI1dAp91xMa9GzKSglVrzk_gLtkxY-QqWKKFH9TpYJSL01GsJ351bro3lL1hW26MqZT-rZmTLHVWeNpB_VaNfu4IVwN9R3GaAk2_Gp-dmhedMDsuqxiRJ8pIPZ9qVeaapcTojGC5DcuvdMbchIBty_FS/s4128/145.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4128" data-original-width="3096" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYPqdMOkChZ4hlchY7TZa_dmR_pNF7Wv9DbbqFI1dAp91xMa9GzKSglVrzk_gLtkxY-QqWKKFH9TpYJSL01GsJ351bro3lL1hW26MqZT-rZmTLHVWeNpB_VaNfu4IVwN9R3GaAk2_Gp-dmhedMDsuqxiRJ8pIPZ9qVeaapcTojGC5DcuvdMbchIBty_FS/s320/145.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> </span><span> </span>un poisson lumineux dans le parc</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Puis
les Lorrains et les Londoniens sont partis, Mathieu et Mélanie m’ont
raccompagné chez eux où nous avons passé agréablement la fin de
l’après-midi et la soirée. Le lendemain matin, Mathieu m’a emmené jusqu’à la gare de Ludwigsburg où j’ai pris le
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">tra</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">i</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">n
de banlieue jusqu’à </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Stuttgart</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
soir, j’étais à Bordeaux, heureux d’avoir été capable d’y
aller TOUT SEUL, malgré les douleurs d’une sciatique pas encore achevée.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trébuchet"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: x-small;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">PS : veuillez m'excuser de la mauvaise qualité des photos, la plupart viennent de mon smartphone, j'avais oublié l'appareil photo ! </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-61687404236827354962024-02-21T15:02:00.005+01:002024-02-21T16:41:31.677+01:0021 février 2024 : adieu la France, vive l'Afrique noire !<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Je
dis : les chrétiens. Mais qui sont-ils au juste ? À la
ronde, je ne vois que des pseudo-chrétiens, qui vivent exactement comme
des incroyants. Or, être chrétien, cela signifie vivre autrement.
Cela signifie suivre la route du Christ, imiter le Christ. Cela
signifie se détacher des intérêts particuliers, du bien-être et
du pouvoir personnel, se tourner vers les pauvres, les humiliés,
vers ceu</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">x</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">
qui souffrent.</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Milan
Kundera, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">La
Plaisanterie</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
trad. Marcel Aymonin, Gallimard, 1985) </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
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<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
n’avais pas lu de roman un peu long depuis longtemps. Mais je
savais que je n’avais qu’à tendre les bras sur les rayons de ma
bibliothèque personnelle. Il était là, il m’attendait, un roman
sur les vieux en EHPAD, à la fois réaliste, émouvant mais sans
p</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">athos</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
et plein d’humour : Richard Guérin nous conte d</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ans</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Adieu l’EHPAD, v</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><i><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">iv</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">e
les Tropiques </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">(</span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’Harmattan,
2023) une sorte de sociologie-fiction qui se passe dans un avenir
proche où le gouvernement français a décidé de créer en Afrique des </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">E</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">HPAD
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">de
qualité mais qui reviendr</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">o</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">nt
beaucoup moins cher en personnel, restauration, etc., qu’en France. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9D0cgIi7mRms_5a7TSdY26cPtWD5-egMQZQPvd-H-ySMbAWlZJ-vXOLYJbwaQlrgRjvJdcpnwkKYejj2H-6apNr51I-bqUzvQAQlyQASbhSz5T7iZ_5AigHzqWR5vQ1aJ6w8VT1SVNNwyU2302U6irJOJrPhS8-Oq0V-suy4oIpNPiZblF1kRGscFyRK/s489/522.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="489" data-original-width="316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9D0cgIi7mRms_5a7TSdY26cPtWD5-egMQZQPvd-H-ySMbAWlZJ-vXOLYJbwaQlrgRjvJdcpnwkKYejj2H-6apNr51I-bqUzvQAQlyQASbhSz5T7iZ_5AigHzqWR5vQ1aJ6w8VT1SVNNwyU2302U6irJOJrPhS8-Oq0V-suy4oIpNPiZblF1kRGscFyRK/s320/522.jpg" width="207" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></span></span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
c’est d</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ans</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">l</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a
ville de Bobo-Dioulasso, au Burkina Faso, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">que
l’expérimentation va se faire. Une quinzaine de résidents d’un EHPAD français, accompagnés pour deux mois par leur infirmière
Aïcha et l’aide-soignant Dimitri (qui, d'ailleurs, y restera), </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sont
volontaires pour quitter la <i>Résidence des Landes fleuries </i>en Vendée
et </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">prennent
l’avion </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(la
plupart pour la première fois de leur vie)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
avec pour destination la<i> Résidence les Tisserins</i>, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">que
l’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ét</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">at
fran</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ç</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ais
vient d’offrir au Burkina. Ils et elles sont en plus ou moins
grande forme. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Si
Dave Morgan (78 ans) est presque autonome, d’autres souffrent de
différentes carences ; la mémoire, les difficultés de marcher
voire de parler, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ils
ont des tocs et des tics. Mais peu à peu, ils et elles font
connaissance avec le personnel burkinabé (médecin-directeur,
infirmières dont la jeune Fatoumata qu’Aïcha va former à
s’adapter à ces vielles personnes bien différentes des
Africaines), avec la cuisine exotique, avec la chaleur du climat,
avec la population locale. Certains sont saisis d’une fringale de
sortir de l’EHPAD : ainsi Dave Morgan, en voulant visiter la
ville, fait la connaissance d’un gamin qui va lui servir de guide
et de sa famille, qu’il va finir par choisir comme famille
d’accueil et qu'il va aider. D’autres vont trouver à s’employer à l’aéro-club
local, une même qui se promène pourtant avec un déambulateur va se lancer dans la vente sur les march</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">é</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">s,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">avec
des femmes africaines. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Au
final, la liberté dont ils disposent leur permet de sortir du carcan
et de la dépendance des EHPAD, de retrouver un peu d’autonomie, de goût de vivre.
Inutile de dire que ça ne va pas plaire à la contrôleuse du
Ministère français chargée de l’affaire, et qui vient faire un séjour sur place. L’essai va-t-il être transformé ? L’économie financière espérée par le
ministère français de la Santé, et qui est source de revenus pour
les locaux, malgré les difficultés de mise en œuvre,
tournera-t-elle en échec ? Ce vent de liberté qui souffle sur
nos vieux, au contact des autochtones, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sera-t-il
interdit par les institutions ?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Vous
le saurez en lisant ce beau livre, aux personnages attachants, aussi
bien les vieillards déracinés que le personnel soignant, les
Africains et Africaines qui vont les aider à retrouver une humanité
vivante dans leurs vieux jours : oui, un EHPAD peut être un
carcan où toute initiative est interdite, mais aussi un lieu de vie
où l’on peut rire, pleurer, danser même. Le livre est assez cru,
ne cache rien de l’affaiblissement mental ou physique de nos héros,
mais les personnages sonnent vrai, ils peuvent être délicieux ou
désagréables, gentils ou méchants comme dans la vie. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mais
leur reste de vie, on la leur souhaite longue dans leur nouvel environnement,
tellement plus séduisant qu’une réclusion dans une maison de
retraite traditionnelle, où beaucoup d'entre nous se débarrassent de leurs aînés.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Un
livre roboratif, vivant, jouissif, qu'on ne lâche pas.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-63808296110572797022024-02-19T17:29:00.002+01:002024-02-25T11:38:54.680+01:0019 février : encore la Palestine (poème du mois)<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Je
ne donnais de leçon à personne d’autre qu’à moi-même. Je ne
demandais à personne de m’imiter.</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Varlam
Chalamov, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Vichéra</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
trad. Sophie Benech, Verdier, 2000)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Eh
bien, après plus d’un mois d’absence, où je n’avais plus
envie d’écrire mon blog, je reprends. Je donnerai ultérieurement
des données autobiographiques (fiançailles de Mathieu en novembre,
sciatique, ma tournée de Noël et du Nouvel an, grippe de janvier,
etc.). Pour l’instant, je me contenterai du poème du mois et d’un
bref compte rendu des mes lectures et films récents.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b>La
zone de désintérêt</b>*</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p align="left" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
suis né à Gaza un jour de neige<br />
il tombait du phosphore blanc</span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Je
suis né à Rafah un jour de pluie<br />
l’averse était de flammes
et d’incendies<br />
Je suis né à Khan Younès une nuit de vent
<br />
dans le souffle des explosions<br />
J’ai grandi à Jabalya
des années grises<br />
dans une maison de toile et de colère<br />
J’ai
nagé à Al-Shati dans le rêve et les mirages <br />
d’une mer
hostile et barbelée<br />
J’ai grandi à Mafhazi dans l’ignorance
et l’abandon <br />
et les mots orphelins de l’affection<br />
J’ai
vécu à Nuseirat sans livres et sans oiseaux <br />
Je suis mort à
Gaza un jour de bombes<br />
dans un lieu sans intérêt</span></span></p>
<p class="western"><b><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Ladislas</span></span></span></span></span></span></b><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="center" class="western"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(poème
publié dans </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lundi
matin</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
hebdo d’infos critiques sur internet)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Eh
bien, après plus d’un mois d’absence, où je n’avais plus
envie d’écrire mon blog, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">me
revoici avec un nouveau poème militant inspiré par le martyre de
Palestine. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">En
poésie, j’ai lu le dernier recueil de de la poétesse poitevine
Catherine Baptiste, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Hamlet
ou ne pas être</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">belles
variations sur le personnage de Shakespeare.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgch9y1FSoSsFL5t8dOHAaq6JfG_Ak-V-bF4rKf60QCH40eN7ceuTl9OFKuAzh2HPzhIyZ2XDsGTzMnDoTmrPUpHnkkUCtcVBs0e387eLxr8il2cMRobEFAPomykGCRnhEfa9HfWDTd-KIj1n1uZLHhxjmbTtp1dg0hAZnL8jOrEywuOBbUNB0Y8v_zJWOW/s670/517jpg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="434" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgch9y1FSoSsFL5t8dOHAaq6JfG_Ak-V-bF4rKf60QCH40eN7ceuTl9OFKuAzh2HPzhIyZ2XDsGTzMnDoTmrPUpHnkkUCtcVBs0e387eLxr8il2cMRobEFAPomykGCRnhEfa9HfWDTd-KIj1n1uZLHhxjmbTtp1dg0hAZnL8jOrEywuOBbUNB0Y8v_zJWOW/s320/517jpg.png" width="207" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dans
le domaine romanesque, j’ai beaucoup ri en lisant l’italien
Stefano Massini, qui raconte les débuts du football féminin en
Angleterre dans </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
ladies football club</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
J’ai beaucoup aimé l’escapade en Afrique d’un groupe de
résidents d’EHPAD dans le roman tonifiant de Richard Guérin,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Adieu
l’EHPAD, vive les Tropiques</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
que je chroniquerai prochainement. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
venant du Japon (1929, ce n’est pas une nouveauté), le beau récit
prolétarien d’une grève, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
quartier sans soleil</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFv6M57T51bxelOjS_1qX_iYh8OmhxKfardMbgJvq0rQ8_NDOBTkmrdA9XIav3nE54XVXxdfFu6hbjgB89RFhUnWz-vU-iWJYIChw-OIOGDtm5eJGmEDRFdzfSfiKZT1pe3kET3YU94tWCF3EoR8SClXbG_mcSezcZ2hFsASgzgEeydnhuDuQ0USuMJeP/s450/518.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="450" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFv6M57T51bxelOjS_1qX_iYh8OmhxKfardMbgJvq0rQ8_NDOBTkmrdA9XIav3nE54XVXxdfFu6hbjgB89RFhUnWz-vU-iWJYIChw-OIOGDtm5eJGmEDRFdzfSfiKZT1pe3kET3YU94tWCF3EoR8SClXbG_mcSezcZ2hFsASgzgEeydnhuDuQ0USuMJeP/s320/518.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Du
côté des essais, le livre du Libanais Madjalani, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mille
origines </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">dénonce
avec vigueur l’absurdité d’une expression comme « Français
de souche », tandis que Varlam Chalamov nous parle du Goulag
des années 30 dans </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Vichéra</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtggj7butfta1dz6oHARzGOMxkjADO6AJ6O7OJU9MILyhgxaFOpJ3dibS1Qy1DEcA96bkD7NWoo9_umUeW9GJpfdjt7cGYJ-Cbvug08cBh7sj_w4mywoUKnN0l-voU1W18DsIPyUlXqP6Shyphenhyphen62fOOK9ddPydOwOPzaqUpUHR202cDI4qdNebfw94NZpV_/s905/519.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="905" data-original-width="560" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtggj7butfta1dz6oHARzGOMxkjADO6AJ6O7OJU9MILyhgxaFOpJ3dibS1Qy1DEcA96bkD7NWoo9_umUeW9GJpfdjt7cGYJ-Cbvug08cBh7sj_w4mywoUKnN0l-voU1W18DsIPyUlXqP6Shyphenhyphen62fOOK9ddPydOwOPzaqUpUHR202cDI4qdNebfw94NZpV_/s320/519.webp" width="198" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Au
cinéma, j’ai bien apprécié les documentaires </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ricardo
et la peinture</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
et </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
ferme des Bertrand</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
Du côté fiction (mais presque documentaire), le terrible film polonais sur les migrants à leur frontière, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Green
border </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">l'émouvant portrait d'une mère courage c</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">amerounaise,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mambar
Pierrette</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
suis sorti de ces deux derniers titres en me disant : « Jipé,
tu n‘as aucunement le droit de te plaindre ! »</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWr1sQ5nw6Y4SoNknhG6hV6SPsb_dlQn430INNsHI1HXOFIPfdOULHpC1F72jaYEujl9ZvuyuGqQ5OV3z5-sJSW-Viw7fEI_8HFX-cYW9t9lTcD1Lj5pGOzneBzS9fgx3UT2luUryfRq-Vajm87RFow1IclSN_jpUop7jL1LLpNWbHPE0JiaFChuteXqTe/s400/520.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWr1sQ5nw6Y4SoNknhG6hV6SPsb_dlQn430INNsHI1HXOFIPfdOULHpC1F72jaYEujl9ZvuyuGqQ5OV3z5-sJSW-Viw7fEI_8HFX-cYW9t9lTcD1Lj5pGOzneBzS9fgx3UT2luUryfRq-Vajm87RFow1IclSN_jpUop7jL1LLpNWbHPE0JiaFChuteXqTe/s320/520.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> * </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le titre de ce poème est une allusion au titre du film glaçant de Jonathan Glazer, <i>La zone d'intérêt</i>, dont je n'ai justement pas vu l'intérêt ni la nécessité.</span></span></span></span><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-35793810114764351212024-01-17T14:44:00.001+01:002024-01-17T16:27:33.445+01:0017 janvier : le film du mois : "Si seulement je pouvais hiberner"<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Le
retour est un moment savoureux pa</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">r</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">ce
que le dépaysement récent confère à tout le spectacle familier
quelque chose de neuf, comme si on avait changé imperceptiblement,
et pour quelques jours, changé d’angle de vue avant que tout ne se
remette en place, mais jamais absolument comme c’était avant qu’on
parte, et c’est le grand acquis des voyages.</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Charif
Madjalani, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Mille
origines</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Bayard, 2023)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<br />
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Naguère,
par moi-même, et aussi sous l’influence de Claire, de certains
amis, j’avais envie de voyager, de me dépayser, puis de rentrer
chez moi, « vivre entre mes amis le reste de mon âge »,
en paraphrasant Joachim Du Bellay dans son célèbre sonnet </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Heureux
qui comme Ulysse… </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’avoue
que, depuis le COVID, je ne bouge plus beaucoup ; finis les
voyages au long cours en cargo, les longues randos à bicyclette, les
séjours en Guadeloupe pour visiter mes amis, à Venise ou à
Marrakech pour des festivals de cinéma…</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mais
il n’est pas besoin d’aller très loin pour se dépayser :
la lecture peut y contribuer, et le cinéma encore plus. Je participe
à une lecture commune de </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
plaisanterie</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
de Milan Kundera, et je suis transporté dans la jeune république
socialiste tchécoslovaque de la fin des années 40 et des
années 50. et, avec </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Si
seulement je pouvais hiberner,</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
je vis </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">les
difficultés d’une famille </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">en
Mongolie.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_p-VWSlChLSqnSkvAqCyP5A5bZarUakAA4JcZlScse4cRl1uTWSAa1wKity6mred6T6cptGxlbthLNQxzs44w40eI7otZCyavYwYEaOh8sQBz3dOOXs3zQys9QTw9Pao5Ufr2F-X3ubmQ1iHueMbZWwuQpzmk26JNjVkt8Y9xN0iiYs4qbuXQJWIYx4u/s400/509.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_p-VWSlChLSqnSkvAqCyP5A5bZarUakAA4JcZlScse4cRl1uTWSAa1wKity6mred6T6cptGxlbthLNQxzs44w40eI7otZCyavYwYEaOh8sQBz3dOOXs3zQys9QTw9Pao5Ufr2F-X3ubmQ1iHueMbZWwuQpzmk26JNjVkt8Y9xN0iiYs4qbuXQJWIYx4u/s320/509.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ulzi
est un ado de dix-sept ans, l’aîné d’une fratrie de quatre
enfants élevés par leur mère dans une yourte de la banlieue
populaire d’Oulan Bator. Le père a disparu et la mère tire le
diable par la queue. Ulzi est obligé de faire des petits boulots
pour l’aider à joindre les deux bouts, et payer le charbon
indispensable pour chauffer. La mère, qui est devenue alcoolique,
décide de repartir à la campagne où c’est plus facile pour elle de trouver
du boulot. Elle emmène le petit dernier.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Voilà
notre Ulzi chargé de famille ; il est très bon en classe,
surtout en physique, et son professeur l’encourage à tenter les
concours nationaux, qui lui permettraient d’obtenir une bourse pour
aller dans une grande université, voire à l’étranger ;
doit-il donner la priorité à ses études au risque de négliger son
frère et sa sœur ? Un vieux voisin l’aide autant qu’il
peut. Ulzi prend le temps de s’occuper des deux jeunes, mais ne peut
pas tout. La misère est quotidienne, avec la faim, le froid, son lot
d’injustices. Mais Ulzi fait front avec un courage indomptable.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
photographie (qui reste sobre et ne cherche pas à esthétiser la
pauvreté), le jeu des enfants (non professionnels) sont
magnifiques ; c’est un film qui fait du bien, avec pourtant la
description de la misère, du froid, de la faim, il va avoir un très
bon bouche à oreille, et il nous console de tous les films inutiles
– et ils légion – qui encombrent les écrans. Courez-y !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-2959583811361911982024-01-13T09:23:00.002+01:002024-01-13T09:23:59.401+01:0013 janvier : la chanson du mois, L'hirondelle du faubourg<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">J’ai
rêvé que la terreur de toute une vie </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>pouvait
être épargnée par un jour heureux, </i></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">et
que c’était peut-être aujourd’hui.</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(S</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">ø</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">ren
Ulrik Thomsen, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Les
arbres ne rêvent sans doute pas de moi</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
trad. Pierre Grouix, Cheyne, 2016)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
fut un temps où j’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">a</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">dorais
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">les
chansons d’avant-guerre et même d’avant les deux guerres
mondiales, en gros de 1840 à 1939. Il y avait parmi elles des
chansons réalistes ou pseudo-réalistes, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">souvent
un peu mélo,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
qui me donnaient le frisson. Parmi elles se trouvait</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
L’Hirondelle du faubourg </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(chanson
de 1912)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
que ma grand-mère fredonnait parfois. Il se trouve qu’on m’a
offert pour Noël un livret de l’Opéra de Montpellier qui donne
les textes d’un spectacle comprenant un opéra de Simon Laks,
intitulé </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’Hirondelle
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">inattendue</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">:
le compositeur polonais s’inspire justement de cette cha</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">n</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">son.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L'HIRONDELLE
DU FAUBOURG</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A
l'hôpital c'est l'heur' de la visite<br />
L'méd'cin en chef passe
devant les lits :<br />
"L'numéro treiz'qu'est c'qu'elle a
cett'petite ?"<br />
"C'est la blessée qu'on am'na cette
nuit."<br />
"N'ayez pas peur, faut que j'sond'vos
blessures,<br />
Deux coups d'couteau... près du coeur... y'a plus
d'sang !<br />
Non, pas perdue... à votre âge on est dure,<br />
Seul'ment
tout d'mèm' faut prév'nir vos parents !"<br />
Mais la mourante
alors a répondu :<br />
Je suis tout' seul' depuis qu'maman n'est
plus.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Refrain</i></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
m'appell' l'Hirondell' du Faubourg.<br />
Je ne suis qu'un' pauvre
fill' d'amour,<br />
Née un jour d'la saison printanière,<br />
D'un'
petite ouvrière<br />
Comm' les autr's j'aurais p't'ètr' bien
tourné,<br />
Si mon père au lieu d'm'abandonner,<br />
Avait su
protéger de son aile,<br />
L'Hirondelle.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
L'docteur
reprit : "Vous portez un' médaille,<br />
C'est un cadeau, sans
dout', de votre amant ?"<br />
"Non c'est l'souv'nir de
l'homm', du rien qui vaille<br />
De l'homm' sans coeur qui trompa ma
maman !"<br />
"Laissez-moi lire : André,
Marie-Thérèse<br />
Mais j'la r'connais cett' médaille en
argent,<br />
Et cette date : Avril quatre vingt treize !<br />
Laissez-moi
seul, j'veux guérir cette enfant<br />
Vous m'regardez tous avec de
grands yeux<br />
C'est mon devoir d'soigner les malheureux.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Refrain</i></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
l'appell' l'Hirondell' du Faubourg,<br />
Ce n'est qu'une pauvre fill'
d'amour,<br />
Née un jour d'la saison printanière,<br />
D'un'
petite ouvrière<br />
Comm' les autr's elle aurait bien tourné,<br />
Si
son père au lieu d'l'abandonner,<br />
Avait su protéger de son
aile,<br />
L'Hirondelle.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">L'numéro
treiz' toujours quarant' de fièvre,<br />
Oui... ça n'va pas comm'
j'l'avais espéré,<br />
Je vois la vie s'échapper de ses lèvres<br />
Et
rien à fair'rien... pour l'en empêcher !<br />
J'suis un savant,
j'en ai guéri des femmes<br />
Mais c'est cell'-là qu'j'aurais voulu
sauver<br />
La v'la qui passe... écout' retiens ton âme<br />
Je
suis ton pèr' ma fille bien aimée<br />
Je n'suis pas fou... je suis
un malheureux<br />
Vous mes élèv's, écoutez... je le veux.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Refrain</i></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
l'app'lait l'Hirondell' du Faubourg,<br />
C'était une pauvre fill'
d'amour,<br />
Née un jour d'la saison printanière,<br />
D'un'
petite ouvrière<br />
Comm' les autr's elle aurait bien tourné,<br />
Si
lâch'ment, au lieu d'l'abandonner, </span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">J'avais
su protéger de mon aile,<br />
L'Hirondelle.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><u><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGwGSC6NOLk"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGwGSC6NOLk</span></span></a></u></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
vous propose la version </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">chantée
par Jack Lantier, </span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">mais
on trouve aussi celle de Lina Margy (que Mamie connaissait sans doute
par la radio) et la reprise par Georgette Plana.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjU3rAlLnwFl3Io2_4d6X7difTBM33FZMQPzTKOUX3noFtZPVVFynMPVkh_MKQwUMNnsrJGMEtLCN_ZrIP4d6N8mNz8KGjnbNf9bKEqx6LrNqLviJPYsaT55FVYGVJzHwe7v8XqKSio_QGp3-T05jiGZ8MNj0VXN8KUlqHTWIScY1pDWPt8jPD1J17Y2-B/s237/505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="237" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjU3rAlLnwFl3Io2_4d6X7difTBM33FZMQPzTKOUX3noFtZPVVFynMPVkh_MKQwUMNnsrJGMEtLCN_ZrIP4d6N8mNz8KGjnbNf9bKEqx6LrNqLviJPYsaT55FVYGVJzHwe7v8XqKSio_QGp3-T05jiGZ8MNj0VXN8KUlqHTWIScY1pDWPt8jPD1J17Y2-B/s1600/505.jpg" width="237" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-7732219073648598732024-01-05T16:44:00.004+01:002024-01-06T12:05:32.451+01:005 janvier 2024 : un poème pour la Palestine (le poème du mois)<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Résistants,
guérilleros et « terroristes » n’ont ni hélicoptères,
ni drones, ni satellites d’observation. Ce n’est pas le ciel leur
cousin, mais le sous-sol. Ils sont mariés avec le tunnel, la tanière
et ses galeries souterraines.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Régis
Debray, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">É</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">loge
de la frontière</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Gallimard, 2010)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
ne </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sa</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">is
plus que </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">dire
devant la destruction meurtrière de Gaza, ni devant les exactions
quotidiennes et meurtrières aussi en Cisjordanie ! Autrefois,
la colonisation se passait sans qu’on en sache quoi que ce soit,
tant les distances et le manque d’informations mettaient sous le
boisseau ces mêmes exactions et destructions physiques et morales
des peuples sous le joug. Mais aujourd’hui on sait que les peuples
sans terre n’existent pas, sauf quand ils sont morts, selon la
célèbre formule de</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">s
États-uniens : « le bon Indien est un Indien mort ».
Je vous livre ce poème et ce dessin pour la Palestine.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
est une terre </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">au
bord d’une mer calme</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">où
les femmes et les enfants promènent leurs corps de noyés </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">emportés
au large de la ville </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">par
un tsunami de bombes qui propulsent dans le ciel </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
à l’horizon des rues </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">immeubles
et écoles, églises et hôpitaux en dessinant</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">d’immenses
vagues grises aux reflets d’écume sang et or</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">mixant
la terre au feu et la chair au béton </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Il
est une terre</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">que
même la pluie ignore</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">où
les mères qui dorment avec leurs enfants serrés</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">dans
leurs bras de rivière d’épices</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">et
blottis contre leurs cœurs tumultueux comme la Besor</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">ont
les membres arrachés de leurs rêves </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">sous
la déflagration de leurs poitrines </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">écrasées
dans le mille-feuille de la nuit effondrée </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">par
le déluge de feu indistinct </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
l’armée la plus morale du monde</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Il
est une terre</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">trahie
par les promesses du soleil</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">où
les femmes apaisent de leurs mains de menthe</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">leurs
enfants brûlés vifs </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">par
la caresse envenimée du phosphore blanc tombé du ciel</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">comme
une malédiction divine sur leur peau de miel</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">et
où elles consolent de leurs mains d’onguents</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">les
moignons encore rougeoyants de la chair de leur chair</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">amputée
court de leur innocence</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">comme
un crime de guerre sur le grand corps de l’Humanité</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Il
est une terre</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">brisée
par la lune des vengeances</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">où
les mères implorent leurs enfants</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
ne plus offrir à l’ogre intifada la colère juste du ghetto </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
leurs cœurs assoiffés de liberté</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
ne plus jeter leur sac de peau et d’osselets gorgé de rage</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">à
la face de l’occupant</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
rester près d’elles à jouer à des jeux sages</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">sans
fronde</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">ni
balle dans la tête au bout de l’avenue du jour</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Il
est une terre</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">arasée
par la haine coloniale</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">où
les femmes pleurent chaque matin les corps </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
leurs enfants calmes</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">alignés
comme des offrandes drapées de lumière</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">sur
l’autel de la cour de l’hôpital</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">que
les officines inquisitrices </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">viennent
encore tourmenter jusque dans la tombe</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">en
discutaillant le chiffre exact</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">du
décompte de l’horreur</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Il
est une terre </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">barbelée
d’oubli occidental</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">où
les mères emmurées dans leur prison de silence et d’azur</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">voient
des bulldozers calmes </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">ensevelir
vivants les ombres allongées</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">de
leurs hommes blessés et de leurs enfants meurtris </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">dans
des charniers bientôt putréfiés par la rancœur </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">que
leurs cris étouffés feront résonner</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">pour
des siècles</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">et
des siècles</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Il
est une terre</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">abandonnée
des Nations</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">où
les femmes, les enfants et les hommes</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">n’ont
plus à manger et à boire que la poussière du chemin d’un</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">nouve</span><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">l
</span><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">exode</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">sur
lequel le corps martyrisé de tout un peuple avance digne</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">mais
affaibli par les stigmates d’un nouveau génocide</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">que
la chair, le sang, les balles et les missiles </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">gravent
au ciel indélébile de la mémoire humaine </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">sous
un nouveau nom</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">Palestine</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western"><b><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Laurent
Thinès</span></span></b></p><p align="center" class="western"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Et le dessin de Karak </span></span><b><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></b></p><p align="center" class="western"><b><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4hNIFuPrLOMpMRbo_9DJ88YfUy4dqH1ad_81fNjDk55gAbFoVWAAYzBED38IdDUgnvJhyphenhyphenM9HPV6HxMBzPBAEgBCmR-h8gbJfockudWLXqFCZeztOSshRPAoCvVWRA45oDWrNhqgNISjKH-sBgVc7B7OUURCVjrTA1Txe8oraLKe-cLX_-IGJmiEb3cfE/s1600/Gaza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1208" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4hNIFuPrLOMpMRbo_9DJ88YfUy4dqH1ad_81fNjDk55gAbFoVWAAYzBED38IdDUgnvJhyphenhyphenM9HPV6HxMBzPBAEgBCmR-h8gbJfockudWLXqFCZeztOSshRPAoCvVWRA45oDWrNhqgNISjKH-sBgVc7B7OUURCVjrTA1Txe8oraLKe-cLX_-IGJmiEb3cfE/s320/Gaza.jpg" width="242" /></a></span></b></div><b><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b><p></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-6641303798648900642023-12-21T18:21:00.001+01:002023-12-21T18:21:25.477+01:0021 décembre 2023 : le film du mois : "Winter break"<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Je
me promets au nom des fleurs</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>et
de ma mère</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>de
rester toujours</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>-
même à cent ans</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>en
pleine crise d’adolescence</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(James
Noël,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">
Le pyromane incandescent</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Points, 2015)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
ne vois plus que très rarement des films américains, et souvent ce
sont des classiques que je connais presque par cœur, mais dont je ne me lasse pas. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM90GY06gZEb3C2FiC0G02TGetzsVJ6GpOd2iIuxjekojWRiANuFozkDAQlGLvn6LaM17mfJ0pj-IqRJz_39ki9kwu019fBP5CXOPeCimYyfz4sFHQYOSHSc7tgsYdK5V7P40h1sY5VycV58teuvSkwESehgbbSFSAb1ov9ygA7BP4puZzVPEwzI0Rv-X/s637/winter-break-affiche-officielle-1498470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="469" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvM90GY06gZEb3C2FiC0G02TGetzsVJ6GpOd2iIuxjekojWRiANuFozkDAQlGLvn6LaM17mfJ0pj-IqRJz_39ki9kwu019fBP5CXOPeCimYyfz4sFHQYOSHSc7tgsYdK5V7P40h1sY5VycV58teuvSkwESehgbbSFSAb1ov9ygA7BP4puZzVPEwzI0Rv-X/s320/winter-break-affiche-officielle-1498470.jpg" width="236" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> </span></span></span></span><p></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">C’est pourquoi je prends comme film du mois un film qui vient de sortir, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Winter
break</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
d’Alexander Payne, qui m’a beaucoup plu par ses qualités
humaines, ses dialogues incisifs et la reconstitution d’époque :
le film se passe en 1970 (en pleine guerre du Vietnam), pendant les vacances de Noël. Un
professeur, Paul Human, enseigne les civilisations anciennes
(grecque et latine surtout) à des lycéens peu intéressés, des
fils de famille de l’aristocratie économique, financière et
politique de la Nouvelle Angleterre ; ces jeunes vivent en internat dans un
lycée privé huppé. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Cet
hiver-là, le proviseur confie à Paul Human la tâche de rester à l’internat
pour garder les élèves qui, pour une raison ou pour une autre,
n’ont pas pu rentrer chez eux. Il va être aidé dans sa tâche par
la cuisinière noire Mary et un factotum, noir également. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
professeur, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">célibataire
guindé,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
est mal aimé des autres professeurs et de ses élèves aussi, à qui il ne
passe rien. J’ai pensé au </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Merlusse</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
du film (1935) de Pagnol ou au célèbre Mister Chips, de </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Good
bye Mister Chips </span></span></i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">roman de James Hilton, paru en 1934 et filmé par Sam Wood en 1939).
Les internes restant, au nombre de cinq, sont bien décidés à en
découdre avec le professeur détesté. Mais quatre sont miraculeusement libérés. Il ne
reste plus qu’Angus Tully, que sa mère a abandonné pour filer le
parfait amour avec un nouveau mari. Inutile de dire qu’Angus
explose d’être livré aux soins de ce professeur austère,
maladroit dans ses relations avec ces jeunes qui lui semblent
privilégiés. Pourtant peu à peu, le courant passe et tous deux
s’appriv</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">o</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">isent,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">avec
l’aide de Mary. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Rien
ne prédestinait à réunir ces trois personnes, mais le regard
tendre du réalisateur réussit à créer un lien entre eux. Entre le
professeur aigri, l’élève en plein désarroi, et la cuisinière
endeuillée (elle a réussi à faire entre son fils dans lycée
prestigieux, mais comme elle n’avait pas les moyens de lui payer
les études supérieures, il a perdu son sursis et a été envoyé au
Vietnam, où il a été tué), la tristesse et la solitude de chacun
vont céder à une sorte de communauté solidaire et chaleureuse, grâce à des
situations scénaristiques et des dialogues adroits, qui les élèvent
et les font sortir des brisures de leur malheur intime personnel. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Une
humanité profonde nous entraîne dans le sillage de ces trois
personnages</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> joués par acteurs prodigieux.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Une
vraie surprise que ce film presque classique déjà.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-78726128729264986662023-12-06T21:15:00.001+01:002023-12-06T21:15:22.007+01:006 décembre 2023 : Ah, le smartphone 8<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Dès
que j’entrais dans un wagon de train ou de métro, je sortais mon
téléphone. Je ne regardais plus la télé sans décoller mes yeux
de l’écran entre mes doigts. À tous les repas, rebelote. La pause
du midi était devenue inconcevable sans mon smartphone… Même le
temps que je consacrais à jouer avec Chou [mon chat] avait diminué.
À quel point étais-je devenu l’esclave de ce machin ?
C’était répugnant.</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Genki
Wakamura,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">
Et si les chats disparaissaient du monde…,</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">
trad. Diane Durocher, Fleuve, 2022)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ucun
doute, parmi les instruments les plus addictifs et les plus nocifs du
monde actuel, le smartphone est en première place. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tout
au moins parmi les plus de 12 ans. Mais d’après mes observations,
les retraités s’y sont mis aussi. C’est un fourre-tout qui sert
accessoirement</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
pour téléphoner </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">chez
les jeunes : ils sont scotchés dessus essentiellement pour jouer,
écrire des conneries sur les réseaux sociaux, harceler leurs
camarades et connaissances, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">trouver
un employeur quand on veut être employé dans le trafic de drogues,
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">envoyer
des selfies (bravo le narcissisme) et autres photos, photographier à
tout va, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">etc.
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Un
vrai cancer dans la vie sociale : l’appareil est à portée de
main en permanence (c’est un drame quand on ne le retrouve pas </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
quand on se le fait voler</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiL81-7CxQ2r9eB_xKDCp-eyKwAC9E7t85EmTVs5LInLHNsLKCvoTxfBEW_nmiYao8bMda3khBPT7EibXFiCwiIrQY4aSintcZVs5_MkFizototVFWs5QoorRwpWWnZ0iZpP_bA2yDV37UjC5VIBUrjYr1aVsSg4KkpoWDpMDSniog9q9vKSo0g64goYd/s160/504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="98" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiL81-7CxQ2r9eB_xKDCp-eyKwAC9E7t85EmTVs5LInLHNsLKCvoTxfBEW_nmiYao8bMda3khBPT7EibXFiCwiIrQY4aSintcZVs5_MkFizototVFWs5QoorRwpWWnZ0iZpP_bA2yDV37UjC5VIBUrjYr1aVsSg4KkpoWDpMDSniog9q9vKSo0g64goYd/s1600/504.jpg" width="98" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Plus
question de lire un livre ou un magazine dans les bus et trams, car
chacun est harcelé à chaque instant par des bips, des
notifications. Plus de regards vers les voisins ou voisines </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(y
compris où l'engin trône à table à côté des couverts ou sur le
genoux, c'est d'un sans-gêne)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
plus de vie intérieure, le machin comble la solitude, sert même de
doudou </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">la
nuit</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
il dort la nuit sur la table de nuit quand ce n’est pas sous le
traversin ou l’oreiller. Il est rechargé une fois par jour,
souvent deux ou trois fois tant il est utilisé. Bonjour, les
économies d’énergie ! Il en faudra, des centrales nucléaires
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">pour
fournir de l’énergie aux innombrables fous du smartphone ! Et
on donne cet appareil maintenant à pas mal de jeunes enfants de
moins de quatre ans : bonjour, l’apprentissage du langage et de
la vie sociale.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
compare avec mon attitude (je ne dis pas que c’est la bonne, mais
je refuse cette servitude volontaire). </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">On
ne trouvera pas mon smartphone à table, ni quand je suis dans le
bus, dans le tram ou sur mon vélo. J’ai pas l’impression que ça
me prive. Il est mis souvent en mode avion, intégralement pendant la
nuit, depuis qu’un abruti m’ a envoyé un sms à 3 h du matin et
que j’avais commis l’erreur de le laisser ouvert. Et, pendant le
jour, si je suis sur un mode de transport en commun, je pense que mes
conversations privées n’intéressent que moi. Idem si je suis au
spectacle (théâtre, cinéma, musique, etc.) ou quand je me livre à
une activité qui nécessite toute mon attention.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’ai
l’impression que l’objectif social qui est derrière ce phénomène
est de maintenir </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">les
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">enfants
et les jeunes des classes populaires hors-circuit pour apprendre à
lire, à écrire, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">à
connaître autre chose que la culture de leur classe, de les enfermer
dans le ghetto des enfants mauvais élève à l’école, et
condamnés plus tard aux plus basses tâches, aux incivilités, voire
à la délinquance et à la violence.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
ne serai plus là pour voir les effets néfastes au long cours. En
tout cas, chaque fois que j’en parle, que ce soit dans la réalité
ou sur mon blog, ça me fait beaucoup de bien ! Trouvez-moi des raisons valables de trouver des bienfaits à cet engin diabolique, et j'en ferai part à mes lecteurs et lectrices. Pour l'instant, je n'en vois pas un seul.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-45271985170274098282023-12-02T10:18:00.000+01:002023-12-02T10:18:46.001+01:002 décembre 2023 : la chanson du mois : "Plus rien"<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">On
obtient de la mer ce qu’elle nous offre, non pas ce que nous
voulons. […] La réponse ne dépend pas de nous, les pêcheurs.
Ceux qui vont là-dessous chercher la réponse avec leurs mains se
croient plus forts que la mer. Seule la surface nous revient, ce qui
est en dessous lui appartient, c’est la vie. Nous frappons à la
porte, à fleur d’eau, nous ne devons pas entrer chez elle en
maîtres.</span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Erri
De Luca,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><i><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;">
Tu, mio</span></span></span></span></span></span></i><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
trad. Danièle Valin, Gallimard, 2011)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Avec
tous les fauteurs de guerre, ou ces déclencheurs de catastrophes
écologiques, on en finirait par oublier de chanter, alors que le
chant est ce qui est le plus beau sur la terre, que ce soit celui du
vent, celui de la mer et des rivières, celui des oiseaux (encore
qu’il y en a de moins en moins), celui de la maman ou du papa qui
bercent et consolent le petit enfant…</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
ne sais pas comment ça s’est fait mais j’avais préparé une
chanson pour les fiançailles de Mathieu et Mélanie, et une fois sur
place, peut-être à cause de la fatigue du voyage, je n’y ai plus
du tout pensé à la chanter. Mais, en attendant de vous faire un compte rendu de
ce voyage, je peux vous offrir une chanson que j’ai découverte il
y peu et qui traite de la fin du monde.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
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<h2 class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-top: 0.42cm;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Plus
rien (Les cow boys fringants)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie<br />
Tout au plus quelques
heures, je sens que je faiblis<br />
Mon frère est mort hier au
milieu du désert<br />
Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la
terre</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">On
m'a décrit jadis, quand j'étais un enfant<br />
Ce qu'avait l'air le
monde il y a très très longtemps<br />
Quand vivaient les parents de
mon arrière grand-père<br />
Et qu'il tombait encore de la neige en
hiver</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">En
ces temps on vivait au rythme des saisons<br />
Et la fin des étés
apportait la moisson<br />
Une eau pure et limpide coulait dans les
ruisseaux<br />
Où venaient s'abreuver chevreuils et orignaux</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mais
moi je n'ai vu qu'une planète désolante<br />
Paysages lunaires et
chaleur suffocante<br />
Et tous mes amis mourir par la soif ou la
faim<br />
Comme tombent les mouches, jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus
rien<br />
Plus rien<br />
Plus rien</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Il
ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie<br />
Tout au plus quelques
heures, je sens que je faiblis<br />
Mon frère est mort hier au
milieu du désert<br />
Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la
terre</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tout
ça a commencé il y a plusieurs années<br />
Alors que mes ancêtres
étaient obnubilés<br />
Par des bouts de papier que l'on appelait
argent<br />
Qui rendaient certains hommes vraiment riches et
puissants</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Et
ces nouveaux dieux ne reculant devant rien<br />
Étaient prêts à
tout pour arriver à leur fins<br />
Pour s'enrichir encore ils ont
rasé la terre<br />
Pollué l'air ambiant et tari les rivières</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mais
au bout de cent ans des gens se sont levés<br />
Et les ont averti
qu'il fallait tout stopper<br />
Mais ils n'ont pas compris cette sage
prophétie<br />
Ces hommes-là ne parlaient qu'en termes de profits</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">C'est
des années plus tard qu'ils ont vu le non-sens<br />
Dans la panique
ont déclaré l'état d'urgence<br />
Quand tous les océans ont
englouti les îles<br />
Et que les inondations ont frappé les
grandes villes</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Et
par la suite pendant toute une décennie<br />
Ce fut les ouragans et
puis les incendies<br />
Les tremblements de terre et la grande
sécheresse<br />
Partout sur les visages on lisait la détresse</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Les
gens ont dû se battre contre les pandémies<br />
Décimés par
millions par d'atroces maladies<br />
Puis les autres sont morts par
la soif ou la faim<br />
Comme tombent les mouches, jusqu'à ce qu'il
n'y ait plus rien<br />
Plus rien<br />
Plus rien</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mon
frère est mort hier au milieu du désert<br />
Je suis maintenant le
dernier humain de la terre<br />
Au fond l'intelligence qu'on nous
avait donnée<br />
N'aura été qu'un beau cadeau empoisonné</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Car
il ne reste que quelques minutes à la vie<br />
Tout au plus quelques
heures, je sens que je faiblis<br />
Je ne peux plus marcher, j'ai
peine à respirer<br />
Adieu l'humanité, adieu l'humanité</span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pour l'écouter, par Les cowboys fringants : <br /></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;">
<span style="color: navy; font-size: medium;"><span lang="zxx"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WFc7u8qWuo"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WFc7u8qWuo</span></span></span></span></a></span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.21cm; margin-top: 0.42cm;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: medium;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-82316335574614624052023-12-01T18:42:00.002+01:002023-12-01T18:47:29.592+01:001er décembre 2023 : le poème du mois, ode à la pluie<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Je
me promets au nom des fleurs</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>et
de ma mère</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>de
rester toujours</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>-
même à cent ans</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>en
pleine crise d’adolescence</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(James
Noël,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">
Le pyromane incandescent</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Points, 2015)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’ai
plus que jamais besoin de poésie : l’actualité nationale et
internationale en manque abominablement, ma santé s’est quand même
fort dégradée. Heureusement, j’ai fouiné dans ma bibliothèque
de poètes, et ai découvert pas mal de pépites, y compris dans les
poètes traduits en français. Ainsi chez le poète danois S</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ø</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ren
Ulrik Thomsen, dont le recueil </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Les
arbres ne rêvent sans doute pas de moi </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">traduit
par Pierre Grouix, est paru chez Cheyne en 2016. Je rappelle que je
suis allé deux fois au Festival </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lectures
sous l’arbre</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
qui se passe en août au Chambon-sur-Lignon (lieu de l'éditeur) dans les années 2010,
et j’y suis resté toute la semaine </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">en
août 2010 </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">p</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">o</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ur
un stage de lecture à haute voix</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">animé
par Marc Roger (voir mon compte rendu sur ma page
<a href="https://cyclo-lecteur.blogspot.com/2010/08/">https://cyclo-lecteur.blogspot.com/2010/08/</a>).
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’ai
dû y aller une seconde fois (sans doute vers 2016, où j’ai acheté
le recueil de ce Danois, inconnu de moi. Le festival m’avait
tellement plus, tant et si bien que mon fils y est allé aussi avec
une amie, et à vélo !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Vu
le temps de mois de novembre </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">si
pluvieux</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
ce poè</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">me
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">m’a
bien plu </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
me paraît d’actualité</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> :</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Ode
à la pluie</span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">Parce
que son écriture nerveuse</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">file
sur les vitres de l’express</span></span></p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">et
parce que son voile translucide</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">tangue
devant le mer de lumière verticale de la tour</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">parce
qu’elle pleure à mon instar</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">ce
que de toute façon je ne peux oublier</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">et
parce qu’elle pointille son haïku automnal</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">même
tout de suite effacé sur le pare-brise</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">parce
que c’est une bénédiction</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">de
s’endormir au son de son chant ruisselant</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">et
féerique de se réveiller dans le noir</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">quand
elle cogne contre le toit des voitures</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">parce
qu’elle unit ciel et terre </span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">dans
un sacrement secret</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">et
même parce que les femmes les plus belles</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">le
deviennent encore plus</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">lorsqu’elle
file à travers leur longue chevelure</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">parce
qu’on a le droit de rester tranquille</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">jusqu’à
ce que sa grande musique s’apaise</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">et
parce que sa lumière liquide</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;">est
le négatif de ce poème :</span></span></p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">voilà
pourquoi j’aime la pluie</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-23153470775539696392023-11-30T20:35:00.002+01:002023-11-30T20:35:18.870+01:0030 novembre 2023 : la paix impossible<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Résistants,
guérilleros et « terroristes » n’ont ni hélicoptères,
ni drones, ni satellites d’observation. Ce n’est pas le ciel leur
cousin, mais le sous-sol. Ils sont mariés avec le tunnel, la tanière
et ses galeries souterraines.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Régis
Debray, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Éloge
de la frontière</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Gallimard, 2010)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Malheureusement,
malgré mes faibles possibilités de déplacement (j’ai tout de
même pu aller en Allemagne voir mes deux enfants, leurs conjoints et
ma petite fille, et faire connaissance de la belle-famille de
Mathieu), je suis très instruit des événements de Palestine, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">grâce
aux</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
deux associations de soutien à la Palestine auxquelles j’ai adhéré
depuis une dizaine d’années. Parce que s’il fallait compter </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sur
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">les
médias </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">qui
ne font que reproduire la propagande israélienne</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">…
Je vous livre </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">donc
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">à
nouveau un texte de l’Association France-Palestine Solidarite reçu
ce matin.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<h1 align="center" class="western">Liberté pour Anas Abu Srour !</h1>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Communiqué
de l’AFPS </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Voilà
48 heures qu’on est sans aucune nouvelle d’Anas Abu Srour,
directeur du Youth center (centre des jeunes) du Camp de réfugiés
palestiniens d’Aida (près de Bethléem). Il a été arrêté par
les forces d’occupation israéliennes, ce mardi 28 novembre vers
midi.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Le
Youth center est un partenaire régulier de l’AFPS qui tant au
niveau national que par ses groupes locaux a de nombreux partenariats
comme l’accueil de ses missions découvertes, des jumelages
culturels, le soutien à des actions de formation, à des actions de
résistance populaire.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anas
a été enlevé alors qu’il était en route pour rentrer chez lui.
À cette heure, 48 heures après, aucune information n’a été
donnée à sa famille si ce n’est la confirmation qu’il a bien
été arrêté par l’armée d’occupation. Les conditions de
détention des Palestinien·nes par Israël enfreignent toutes les
règles du droit et des Conventions de Genève. Elles ont encore
empiré depuis le 7 octobre et les rafles massives contre plus de
3000 Palestinien·nes dont la majorité n’a été présentée
devant aucune cour ou a été mise en détention administrative sans
charge ni procès.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">D’un
côté, Israël libère quelques centaines de prisonnier·es
palestinien·nes dans le cadre des échanges en cours et dans le même
temps, il en enferme des milliers d’autres !</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Depuis
le 7 octobre, les détenus et les prisonniers ont signalé une
augmentation des actes de torture systématiques perpétrés par les
forces israéliennes à leur encontre, notamment des passages à
tabac, du harcèlement verbal et physique, des agressions et le fait
d’être déshabillé lors de l’arrestation et de
l’interrogatoire.</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cette
politique d’arrestation massive fait partie de la guerre totale<sup>1</sup>
que mène Israël contre le peuple palestinien non seulement à Gaza
mais dans toute la Palestine avec l’accélération de la violence
des colons et du nettoyage ethnique, le blocage de facto du
territoire et les attaques violentes et répétées contre les camps
de réfugiés. La Croix-Rouge étant empêchée de visiter les
prisonniers et le gouvernement israélien ayant, depuis le 7 octobre,
encore aggravé les conditions d’arrestation et de détention des
Palestiniens, les familles restent jusqu’à 7 jours sans aucune
indication d’aucune sorte sur la situation des personnes détenues.</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">L’AFPS
tient à marquer toute sa solidarité avec son partenaire le Youth
center du camp de réfugiés d’Aida et avec son directeur et
témoigne toute sa sympathie à la famille d’Anas.</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anas
est de ceux qui œuvrent au bien-être de leur communauté au sein de
leurs camps de réfugiés. Par ses actions, il contribue à
l’émancipation de la jeunesse et des femmes dans le camp. C’est
tout ce que l’occupant ne veut pas voir : un peuple libre,
debout et émancipé qui prend ses affaires en main.</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Comme
tous les prisonniers politiques palestiniens Anas doit être libéré,
maintenant !</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nous
interpellons les autorités françaises qui connaissent parfaitement
la qualité du travail fait par le Youth center au sein du camp
d’Aida afin qu’elles fassent tout ce qui est en leur pouvoir pour
qu’Anas retrouve sa femme et son bébé ainsi que les jeunes du
centre, ses amis et tous les partenaires du Youth center.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Le
Bureau national de l’AFPS</i></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Le
30 novembre 2023</i></span></span></p>
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<sup><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>1
</i></span></span></sup><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>J’ajoute
que cette guerre totale, colonialiste, se poursuit depuis 1948.</i></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMAECfV6XR_t6wZeNNGVVOBpEZEzFdoUl3C4LZVAbAWXJ70gXZsZf5q-Lzn9vBtctujB7YhN2RkKB0SLXA355MJZTus1iAmZh3BlR8HdltGwsJcXLzv7r2aaNtdJcqif8d-Yr9sIc3xHdhTyDaNcP43mz7kCuv82JosTqP4eBjUnDH42lSqlLkzgivaIL/s600/501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="426" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMAECfV6XR_t6wZeNNGVVOBpEZEzFdoUl3C4LZVAbAWXJ70gXZsZf5q-Lzn9vBtctujB7YhN2RkKB0SLXA355MJZTus1iAmZh3BlR8HdltGwsJcXLzv7r2aaNtdJcqif8d-Yr9sIc3xHdhTyDaNcP43mz7kCuv82JosTqP4eBjUnDH42lSqlLkzgivaIL/s320/501.jpg" width="227" /></a></i></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Dessin de Karak</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span><p></p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">J’ajoute
mon grain de sel : dans les grands médias, on parle
immédiatement d’un Israélien tué dans une embuscade </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">ou
un attentat</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">,
mais quand parle-t-on des Palestiniens de Cisjordanie ? I</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">ls
sont </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">assassinés
par centaines, harcelés sans cesse et persécutés dans leur vie de
tous les jours, leurs maisons dynamitées, ils sont arrêtés et emprisonnés en grande quantité !
Ah, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">certes
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">l’État</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
israélien est contraint d’en libérer </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">quelques-uns
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">aujourd’hui</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">,
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">alors
qu’en catimini ils en ont arrêté des milliers de plus depuis le 7
octobre. Tout ça va mal finir. </span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span>
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cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-42419697239714279182023-11-20T16:57:00.000+01:002023-11-20T16:57:41.178+01:0020 novembre 2023 : le film du mois : Avant que les flammes ne s'éteignent<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">On
peut avoir subi d’irréparables pertes et boire avidement à la
source du jour, s’élancer vers les rencontres, s’inscrire encore
dans le cercle des vivants.</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Marion
Muller-Colard, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">L’autre
Dieu : La plainte, la menace et la grâce</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Labor et Fides, 2017)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<br />
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Bien
évidemment, depuis trois semaines, je ne vais pas au cinéma,
puisque je suis reste quinze jours cloîtré, et que je ne recommence
à marcher à l’extérieur qu’à petit pas. Au fond, avec ma
capacité étonnante d’oubli, je ne savais plus vraiment ce
qu’était la douleur, ni ce qu’avait vécu Claire pendant cinq
ans. Et une douleur vraisemblablement pire, de par sa longueur, et de
par sa localisation, la tête. Il se trouve que j’avais emprunté à
la bibliothèque du quartier le livre de Marion Muller-Collard qui
est un long commentaire du </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Livre
de Job</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
un de mes passages préférés de la </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Bible</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
dans l’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ancien
Testament</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
Je l’ai lu, l’auteure nous dit : "</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">l’irréductible
menace du sort plane, ne nous en déplaise, sur chacune de nos vies".
Et, bien sûr, même au plus fort de la douleur, j’avais envie de
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">boire
avidement à la source du jour</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">. Pour rappel le </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Livre
de Job </span></span></i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">raconte l'histoire de Job, un riche propriétaire et éleveur de bestiaux, aimant Dieu et d'une grande probité. Un jour, le diable, Satan fait pari avec Dieu que, s'il rendait pauvre Job, celui-ci finirait par le renier. Ce livre traite donc de la foi, en lien avec le Bien et le Mal. j'ai connu ce livre lors d'un stage œcuménique dans les Pyrénées en 1963, où l'on faisait du théâtre : une des pièces de théâtre était l'adaptation scénique du </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Livre
de Job</span></span></i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">, qui fut donnée avec beaucoup de succès.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
puis, qu’étaient mes petites misères par rapport à celles de Job (il perd ses troupeaux, ses enfants meurent, etc.) ? aux assiégés
de Gaza ? aux trop nombreux SDF qu’on voit, enfin,
que moi je vois (quelques autres aussi, heureusement, mais tant d'autres se
détournent) dans la rue ? aux migrants qui
affrontent la faim, la soif, les tortures, les viols, la mort, le
cynisme des passeurs, pour traverser le Sahara ou la Méditerranée ? et pour certains d’entre eux, arrivés chez nous défier le froid,
la faim, les lois scélérates, les flics et les contrôles trop
fréquents (même quand ils sont là depuis longtemps, leurs
descendants sont encore soumis au contrôle du faciès) ?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHMI24rwbuamqs3wFlKBfXhj6QFLisDgqfYSuV8PbY7dV-ocv_gHPQF4RZzToSoyVQNAjHHqA5d7umI2d3EVFEbYol6lgFYmZkglOM2IJbz0N0MGJSub1SQl3xIgzC4NN3FdDUQGJyPNagtVs-YpNTKT9n4pNo_nPx81L2sU3i7qgKLMrzvlyVmgGDzoO/s1024/480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJHMI24rwbuamqs3wFlKBfXhj6QFLisDgqfYSuV8PbY7dV-ocv_gHPQF4RZzToSoyVQNAjHHqA5d7umI2d3EVFEbYol6lgFYmZkglOM2IJbz0N0MGJSub1SQl3xIgzC4NN3FdDUQGJyPNagtVs-YpNTKT9n4pNo_nPx81L2sU3i7qgKLMrzvlyVmgGDzoO/s320/480.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Justement,
avant de partir à Montpellier, j’avais vu en avant-première </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Avant
que les flammes ne s’éteignent</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
un film français, courageux, de Mehdi Fikri. Justement un film sur
les violences policières en France, que d’aucuns continuent à
nier. Camilla Jordana y joue le rôle de Malika, une femme dans la
trentaine dont le jeune frère est mort à la suite d’une violente
interpellation. Malika va se lancer dans un combat judiciaire sur les
conseils de militants contre les violences policières. Elle risque
de mettre en danger sa vie personnelle, mais ne veut pas que cet
épisode tombe dans l’oubli, ce qui est le plus fréquent dans des
cas comme ça : c’est le pot de terre contre le pot de fer,
comme chez La Fontaine.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
réalisateur s’est inspiré de plusieurs affaires qu’il avait
suivies à l’époque où il était journaliste. Il s’est bien
gardé de faire du manichéisme : le jeune victime n’est pas
un ange, loin de là ! Bien qu’inspiré de plusieurs affaires,
ce film semble le premier à désinvisibiliser les familles
concernées loin des sentiers battues des télés en continu et de
leur désinformation. À ce titre les images vidéo d’actualités
qui ponctuent le générique final (à ne pas manquer) montrent le
chemin parcouru pour faire connaître les violences policières, et
la chemin qui reste à parcourir.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’attends
avec impatience de tels films de fiction sur la répression des
gilets jaunes, sur celle des manifestants de tous bords, en
particulier désormais sur les groupes écologiques opposés aux
bassines comme à l’extension des autoroutes, aux lignes à grande
vitesse et autres grands travaux soi-disant indispensables, et plus
généralement, la répression de tous ceux qui sont à
contre-courant, qui ne jouent pas le jeu, qui refusent le
conditionnement et la domestication (pensons au smartphone et à la
servitude volontaire qu’il nous impose à tous). </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-74091684952791597722023-11-14T21:42:00.001+01:002023-11-15T09:37:55.304+01:0014 novembre 2023 : le livre du mois : Serge Bouchard<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Personne
ne veut reconnaître que l’allongement de l’espérance de vie
n’est rien d’autre que l’allongement du temps passé à
vieillir.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Serge
Bouchard, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Les
yeux tristes de mon camion</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Boréal, 2017)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Parmi
les nombreux livres qui forment ma bibliothèque et que je n’ai pas
encore lus, je viens de dénicher une pépite, sans doute achetée à
la Librairie québécoise de Paris vers 2018.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Serge
Bouchard </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">(</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">1947-</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">2021),
originaire d’un</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
milieu </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">humble,
fait des études supérieures d’anthropologie, et </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">soutient</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
sa thèse en 1980 sur les camionneurs, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Nous
autres les gars de truck: Essai sur la culture et l'idéologie des
camionneurs de longue-distance dans le nord-ouest québécois</i></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">.
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Il
devint </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">spécialiste
des peuples </span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">autochtones
amérindiens, notamment de la côte nord, du Labrador ju</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">s</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">qu’au
Yukon : Inuits, Métis, et autres peuples nordiques. Il a fait
des émissions de radio et des chroniques dans des revues
scientifiques et littéraires, a participé aussi </span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">à</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
des émissions documentaires à la télévision, </span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">faisant
référence à </span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">l’histoire</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
des hommes oubliés du Québec et de l’Amérique française.</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">On
retrouve dans </span><i>Les yeux tristes de mon camion</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
son amour des camions</span><span style="font-style: normal;">, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">des
peuples autochtones, et de soixante ans d’une vie
extraordinairement riche et variée. C’est une sorte
d’autobiographie en vingt-huit récits thématiques exposant
l’histoire et les évolutions de son pays, des réflexions
personnelles sur la vie, le vieillissement, la colonisation, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">les
Amérindiens, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">la nature et
l’écologie...</span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1o1dBUyT7mJ2HNUeax5DK6hfohS52-cFmXi_x5jHmpxeVjir3NmQFtP4a8V_aeiSQ44N-aF0L3AALD0rUUGTPFzydPXnkMhttlin2FThZXzvMOrwXqWYTEjJYyYSBwt_th7hyt7dE1h5Sq_kYf2vOPVDre2IXqtDE9GHow1XwDIINDdurPeExBaYWi2h/s900/477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1o1dBUyT7mJ2HNUeax5DK6hfohS52-cFmXi_x5jHmpxeVjir3NmQFtP4a8V_aeiSQ44N-aF0L3AALD0rUUGTPFzydPXnkMhttlin2FThZXzvMOrwXqWYTEjJYyYSBwt_th7hyt7dE1h5Sq_kYf2vOPVDre2IXqtDE9GHow1XwDIINDdurPeExBaYWi2h/s320/477.jpg" width="213" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Souvent
sous une forme engagée, de dénonciation quand il parle de ses amis</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
Amérindiens. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Car la
colonisation a été assez violente : </span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">[les]
nations originales</span><span style="font-style: normal;"> […]
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">furent tragiquement déci</span><span style="font-style: normal;">m</span><span style="font-style: normal;">ées
par les maladies européennes entre 1760 et 1860.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
[…] </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Les derniers survivants
furent simplement abattus, en cette Californie paradoxale qui se
rangeait parmi les États anti-esclavagistes mais permi</span><span style="font-style: normal;">t</span><span style="font-style: normal;">,
jusqu’au début du XXème siècle, l’assassinat des Indiens
contre une prime du gouvernement.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Il recueille les paroles d’</span><span style="font-style: normal;">un
chef : </span><span style="font-style: normal;">« La terre
n’appartient à personne ; c’est nous qui lui appartenons.
Nous, ses fils et ses filles, les enfants de la lun</span><span style="font-style: normal;">e</span><span style="font-style: normal;">,
les frères des animaux. Nous faisons corps avec cette Nature. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Oui,
nous comptons le temps avec les phases lunaires, nos réunions se
tiennent de nuit, nous avons le poésie dans le sang. La beauté n’a
pas de prix. » </span></span></span>
</p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Il
dénonce aussi avec véhémence </span><span style="font-style: normal;">le
capitalisme : "</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Ces
protestants tout habillés de noir et de gris ne débarquaient pas
dans le Nouveau Monde pour en admirer la nature : ils y venaient
pour la mettre en valeur, cette nature, la déflorer et,
littéralement, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">la dénaturer.
Ils désiraient « faire de la terre » pour mieux la
posséder et éventuellement spéculer sur la valeur de chaque acre,
de chaque pied carré. Ils plantaient la graine d’une contamination
uni</span><span style="font-style: normal;">v</span><span style="font-style: normal;">erselle,
le cancer de la croissance, la log</span><span style="font-style: normal;">i</span><span style="font-style: normal;">que
du profit, l’avidité érigée en valeur suprême.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Il finit par conclure que </span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">La
violence du capitalisme est sans limites quand on menace de le
briser.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">L’auteur
a vieilli, il approche de la septantaine, et nous confie ses pensées
sur l</span><span style="font-style: normal;">e vieillissement :
"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Il n’y a pas de honte
à chanceler. Les petits enfants et les très vieux se ressemblent :
ils agrippent des chaises et des marchettes, ils sont fragiles sur
pattes, et cette maladresse app</span><span style="font-style: normal;">a</span><span style="font-style: normal;">raît
normale à celui qui fait son entré</span><span style="font-style: normal;">e</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
dans la vie comme à celle qui trottine dans le couloir de sortie.
L’enfant apprend à marcher, le vieux apprend à s’asseoir. Dans
les deux cas, cela peut entraîner quelques larmes. Aux deux
extrémités du temps de vivre, le besoin de consolation est
immense.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">" </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Il
se rappelle de son père : </span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Mon
père se préparait à descendre du vaisseau. Devenu vieux, il
parlait souvent de la mort, avec humour et peut-être, avec sagesse.
Depuis qu’il avait atteint ses soixante-quinze ans, il prétendait
vivre en sursis, comme en prolongement de match.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Et il compare avec sa
jeunesse : </span>"Quand j’étais jeune, j’avais des
idées curieuses, des projets merveilleux, et rien ne pouvait
m’arrêter. L’expression même – « Lorsque j’étais
jeune » – s’aggrave de jour en jour."</span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Et
cela d’autant plus que </span><span style="font-style: normal;">les
changements du modernisme </span><span style="font-style: normal;">sont
passés par là </span><span style="font-style: normal;">:
"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">L’</span><span style="font-style: normal;">expérience
se révèle toujours aussi éprouvante : « être en
visite » dans la maison d’une autre famille est devenu au fil
du temps un test culturel et technique de haut niveau. Jusqu’à
hier, nos intérieurs se ressemblaient assez. Aujourd’hui, nos
maisons sont si différentes que vivre au sein d’un décor étranger
revient à marcher sur des œufs. Comment fonctionne la cafetière,
la robinetterie, les triples manettes des quatre téléviseurs ?
Quelle salle de bain utiliser, comment faire fonctionner la laveuse à
vaisselle, comment ne pas déclencher les systèmes d’alarme, quels
sont les codes, les commutateurs cachés ? Que faire pour éviter
de dérégler à jamais les interfaces électroniques de la maison
intelligente ?</span><span style="font-style: normal;">" </span></span></span>
</p>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">I</span><span style="font-style: normal;">l
a l’impression que la spiritualité, la poésie ont disparu :
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">L’histoire
récente se présente comme une succession d’amputations et de
sacrifices. Nous avons désenchanté le monde, perdu le sens de sa
beauté, liquidé notre héritage de merveilleux, neutralisé
l’efficacité symbolique de nos rapports aux objets, à la vie, à
la mémoire.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">" </span><span style="font-style: normal;">On
est sans cesse en partance pour quelque part :</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">E</span><span style="font-style: normal;">t
qui dira que les voyages existent encore ? Nous n’allons plus
nulle part, nous allons simplement en avion. […] Chaque pays reçoit
son lot de touristes et les touristes descendent des avions
machinalement. […] l’étranger s’est depuis longtemps maquillé,
prêt à recevoir les visiteurs afin de correspondre à ses
attentes.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
E</span><span style="font-style: normal;">t que dire de ce culte de la
vitesse : </span><span style="font-style: normal;">"Ce
passage incessant à des vitesse inédites nous conforte dans l’idée
simpliste que plus nous allons vite plus nous sommes civilisés. Or
rien n’est moins sûr. Nous sommes devenus accrocs aux contenants,
mais très rébarbatifs aux contenus. Nous, les adorateurs du veau
d’or de nos puissant</span><span style="font-style: normal;">e</span><span style="font-style: normal;">s
technologies, nous surfons à la surface des choses, sans rien savoir
de la véritable nature de la vague.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Et nous voguons dans
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">l’hypnose
du vide, c’est à dire la consommation des actualités telles que
rapportées sur les multiples plateformes désormais luminescentes à
longueur de journée […] qui vous occupent les âmes et les
cerveaux pendant le temps court d’une vie.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Quant aux smartphones et aux
selfies, </span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"l</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">’</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">humain
est ainsi fait qu’il passerait les portes de l’enfer si l’enfer
était à photographier.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Enfin
il chante </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: normal;">la
nature et l’écologie, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">critique
sévèrement nos façons de vivre</span><span style="font-style: normal;"> :
"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Les animaux ne sont pas
que des animaux, les machines sont plus que des machines, imaginez
les gens, l’amitié, l’émotion. La poésie est un impensable
raccourci qui donne accès au cœur multiple des choses. Une société
amputée du pouvoir de sacraliser le moindre détail de son être est
une société pauvre, constamment en crise de sens. Elle s’</span><span style="font-style: normal;">a</span><span style="font-style: normal;">gite
dans le vide de son instrumentalité, elle se perd dans le creux de
ses calculs comptables. Cette société d’entrepôts, </span><span style="font-style: normal;">d’autoroutes
et de grandes surfaces ne voit que la, froideur de sa</span><i> terre
rasa</i><span style="font-style: normal;">. Qui chantera la solitude
du goéland perche sur le lampadaire de cet immense stationnement ?</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">La bétonisation du monde </span><span style="font-style: normal;">lui
fait dire que</span><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Les
terres à loups seront rares demain, lorsque tous les boulevards
Taschereau du monde auront défiguré le paysage.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">"</span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">J’</span><span style="font-style: normal;">ai
lu presque d’une traite ce livre, on a l’impression de recevoir
les confidences d’un ami.</span></span></span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-50421121899457659232023-11-12T08:31:00.004+01:002023-11-13T14:09:38.987+01:0012 novembre 2023 : le poème du mois, William Ospina<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Quand
nous nous plaignon</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">s</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> que
la chambre soit l’antichambre de l’enfer</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>disons-nous
qu’elle pourrait être un enfer pur et simple</i></span></span></p>
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<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>sans
un seul rayon de beau ou de bien.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Czeslaw
Milosz, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Traité
de théologie, </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">trad.
Jacques Donguy, Cheyne, 2005)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
pense que le moment est venu de présenter le poème du mois. Car,
coincé chez moi par une sciatique, et n’étant pas sorti de la
maison depuis dix jours, tant je marche avec difficulté, je lis
beaucoup de poésie, à défaut d’en écrire. Mais ça peut
revenir. J’ai retrouvé dans ma bibliothèque de poésie quelques
livres parus chez Cheyne, au Chambon-sur-Lignon </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
achetés chez eux pendant leur Festival de poésie </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lectures
sous l'arbre</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
du mois d’août</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
J'y suis allé deux fois, dans cette manifestation de la commune de la Haute-Loire, célèbre
pour avoir sauvé des enfants </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et
des adultes</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
juifs pendant la guerre.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Parmi
les livres de cet éditeur que j’ai lus dernièrement, figurent
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Traité
de théologie</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
(en dépit de son titre, il s'agit bien de poésie) du Polonais Czeslaw Milosz (prix Nobel de littérature 1980), </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">À
qui parle Virginia en marchant vers l’eau</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">du
Colombien William Ospina </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">et</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Les
arbres ne rêvent sans doute pas de moi</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">du</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Danois
Søren Ulrik Thomsen. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Je
vous propose un texte de William Ospina, tout à fait d’actualité
en ces temps sombres.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><b> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Les
enfants du soldat</b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mon
père était instituteur. J’avais sept ans.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Un
jour il a reçu la l</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">e</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">ttre,
comme tous les autres.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Il
avait été admis au parti </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(bien
qu’il n’ait jamais demandé à y entrer).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ils
lui adressèrent un écusson avec la croix gammée.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Quelques
mois plus tard, il marchait sur la Russie.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ma
mère était malade cet hiver-là,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">nous,
les trois enfants, nous devions tout faire à la maison.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Parfois
des lettres arrivaient du front de l’Est.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
guerre était une absence, un silence, une peur qui grandissait.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Puis
les lettres n’arrivèrent plus et la guerre s’arrêta.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
les hommes revinrent, et lui continuait sur le front.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Comme
fut longue l’enfance, comme l’Allemagne est triste dans la </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">mémoire !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nous
allions tous les trois chaque samedi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">attendre
le train.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sans
parler, nous l’attendions.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
ma mère croyait que nous nous amusions dans les champs voisins.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">D’année
en année, sans faute, chaque samedi,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">sans
le dire à personne,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">cette
gare nous a vus grandir en silence.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Quand
la nuit tombait, nous rentrions à la maison.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">(William Ospina, <i>À</i><i>
qui parle Virginia en marchant vers l’eau ?</i>, </span>
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif">trad. Tania Roelens, Cheyne,
2004)</span></p>
cyclo-lecteurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01009702609868066337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264577291607363649.post-61245645349839154832023-11-04T19:31:00.002+01:002023-11-13T14:12:32.644+01:004 novembre 2023 : Cinémed à Montpellier<p> </p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">La
marche, grand lavement de l’esprit. « Mais que salubre est le
vent ! » Pour penser clairement, loin des jérémiades et
des abominations de l’imagination, il ne faut pas rester assis. </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">(Sylvain
Tesson, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;">Un
été avec Rimbaud</span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">,
Equateurs, 2021)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.1cm; margin-left: 3cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
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</p>
<h2 align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;">
<span lang="zxx"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
fait est que, quand je ne suis pas chez moi, je marche beaucoup :
ainsi à la Désirade en janvier 2020, et dans mon séjour à
Montpellier dernièrement. Ici, à Bordeaux, je suis presque toujours
à vélo, sauf quand quelque ami.e de passage vient me voir :
alors, je l’accompagne volontiers et arpente les rues, les parcs ou
les quais de la ville. Sauf que, depuis </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">jeudi</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
matin, je suis dans l’incapacité de sortir, j’ai une douleur
horrible à la jambe droite. À voir si ça va durer, ça tombe
évidemment pendant les vacances de mon médecin traitant. Bon, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">wait
and see</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">, comme disent les Anglais.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h2><h2 align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A0ormOUD9bfDzUitFP7AT6GNcLG-2mxuTfXhppU5qwq-hKEUqV4Kw4ZwgaYPYAO1noK4RqFNe7clPGYhfz1QZj4H8zy7YJ2mrf1Dpcio-bNEK3bCtiRw7WvRXDd9r3zgLlqUR8NecC-oqy8k4Lq6LS-KN6e6WyZoaYSzN57ABaLlw_e9PEVNHPBoHAgR/s1200/470.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="818" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A0ormOUD9bfDzUitFP7AT6GNcLG-2mxuTfXhppU5qwq-hKEUqV4Kw4ZwgaYPYAO1noK4RqFNe7clPGYhfz1QZj4H8zy7YJ2mrf1Dpcio-bNEK3bCtiRw7WvRXDd9r3zgLlqUR8NecC-oqy8k4Lq6LS-KN6e6WyZoaYSzN57ABaLlw_e9PEVNHPBoHAgR/s320/470.jpg" width="218" /></a></div></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></h2>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Sinon,
mon séjour à Montpellier, Pignan, Castelnau-le-Lez, Bédarieux et
Lodéve s’est bien passé, sans heureusement avoir mal aux jambes…
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">J’y
ai vu les membres de la famille que je voulais voir, ainsi que des
amis. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Et
j’ai suivi le </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Cinémed</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
pendant quelques jours et vu pas mal de films intéressants. C’est
mon premier et seul, pour l’instant, festival de cinéma de
l’année. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPW6Oj9a4tJoGsBFQAb7Qs-rBu_U7URa6Sm01Hc6EjN9SabM5EhT9wBV63Hk07l5hoIR-RdwjtDvrceB_eb51_pucUs_p8ki6JEvwyr2RLB_jdVRuHWsIG9aLxF_ahzVFnH1JWhzP-W3xFhgiTKUmNomLC24uL1GCKfngVcZiKyrUxw_q7H_kRgbotCxG/s400/471.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDPW6Oj9a4tJoGsBFQAb7Qs-rBu_U7URa6Sm01Hc6EjN9SabM5EhT9wBV63Hk07l5hoIR-RdwjtDvrceB_eb51_pucUs_p8ki6JEvwyr2RLB_jdVRuHWsIG9aLxF_ahzVFnH1JWhzP-W3xFhgiTKUmNomLC24uL1GCKfngVcZiKyrUxw_q7H_kRgbotCxG/s320/471.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div>
<p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">En
avant-premières, j’ai vu le film de Stéphane Brizé </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Hors-saison
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(petite
déception, le</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> personnage principal, un dépressif, ne m'a pas intéressé ; sortie
le 20 mars prochain</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">)
et deux films de l’Italien Marco Bellochio, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">L’enlèvement</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
(en 1858, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Eduardo,
u</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">n
garçon juif de 7 ans, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">qui
a été baptisé en secret par sa nourrice quand il était bébé et
qu’on pensait qu’il allait mourir, est arraché à sa famille par
les soldats du pape, et élevé dans un établissement catholique
pour devenir prêtre ; c’est noir et glaçant, mais très beau) et </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Marx
peut attendre</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
: là, le cinéaste se livre à une enquête familiale sur le suicide
de son frère jumeau Camillo en 1968 ; cinquante ans plus tard,
il réunit sa famille pour les interroger sur cet étrange frère,
sur l’époque du suicide, et se rend compte que cet événement tisse
une sorte de fil rouge de sa propre production cinématographique.
C’est passionnant !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisbkwIXkge8wz2v4BfoS25qWtKU-ELueDniX0o-QNBzvW4zeAdYuMTA__eVRsD3jdQouBAfbncpy7DjMJJ9DN0JB9e69OHafLu_do1nYfEOFYhKWGCXp3WEVJ5NqsSeNrEL6Fgda0S4D3saYZcvu-X1SdWP08OiI68GXYcepV51A9yL_MeIeUqBgHrqZj/s800/472.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisbkwIXkge8wz2v4BfoS25qWtKU-ELueDniX0o-QNBzvW4zeAdYuMTA__eVRsD3jdQouBAfbncpy7DjMJJ9DN0JB9e69OHafLu_do1nYfEOFYhKWGCXp3WEVJ5NqsSeNrEL6Fgda0S4D3saYZcvu-X1SdWP08OiI68GXYcepV51A9yL_MeIeUqBgHrqZj/s320/472.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Knit's Island</span></span></span><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Parmi
les documentaires, j’ai vu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
Knit’s Island </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(France)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">qui
évoque un territoire imaginaire de jeu vidéo où les joueurs créent
des avatars qui entrent dans le jeu. J’avais peur de m’ennuyer,
mais c’est assez fascinant.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Smiling
Georgia</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
raconte une campagne électorale en Géorgie en 2012 où un parti a sillonné les
campagnes, entouré de dentistes qui ont promis aux habitants de leur
donner des prothèses dentaires, non sans leur avoir arraché les
dents abîmées au préalable. Les malheureux électeurs n’ont
jamais vu la couleur de ces nouvelles dents.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><img alt="" class="attachment-medium size-medium wp-image-78818 entered litespeed-loaded" data-lazyloaded="1" data-ll-status="loaded" data-sizes="(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px" data-src="https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1-500x281.jpeg" data-srcset="https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1-500x281.jpeg 500w, https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1-1024x576.jpeg 1024w, https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1-768x432.jpeg 768w, https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1-1536x864.jpeg 1536w, https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1.jpeg 1920w" height="281" src="https://venezianews.b-cdn.net/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/ANNA-scaled-1-500x281.jpeg" title="" width="500" /><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dans
les films en compétition, ne ratez pas quand ils sortiront en
France : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Anna</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
de Marco Amenta (Italie) qui conte l’histoire d’une bergère
sarde se battant contre une multinationale qui veut installer sur son
terrain un grand hôtel touristique, avec la complicité de
politiciens corrompus, film tonifiant. Le film marocain </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Backstage</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
raconte l’errance nocturne d’une troupe de danse, à la suite
d’une dispute dans un couple : l’homme a volontairement raté
la réception de sa partenaire qui est blessée et ne pourra plus
danser lors de la tournée. Le ballet au début du film est
magnifique. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
belle estate</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
(Le bel été), d’après une nouvelle de Cesare Pavese, m’a fait
découvrir une réalisatrice italienne dont je n’avais encore rien
vu : Laura Luchetti. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Pas
mal du tout.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrTFyQVHmm6KCzxgewQzB2YGG9A0Fdt9bgnAnYP4-BU_jpUhRpgs-ZsKB9HpRZy3SzjrP-N0W9qUa1P3ew5Rzr6z83Ozn1LAHhovZCnShC-_DGW_Wz0ExWssCLZf39u4HdBa4INV3NHJ1UjC1uoAZpC4l0HSTpXWPspteOQ6W7HpAfM-Cu8U_TfXoFWho/s400/473.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrTFyQVHmm6KCzxgewQzB2YGG9A0Fdt9bgnAnYP4-BU_jpUhRpgs-ZsKB9HpRZy3SzjrP-N0W9qUa1P3ew5Rzr6z83Ozn1LAHhovZCnShC-_DGW_Wz0ExWssCLZf39u4HdBa4INV3NHJ1UjC1uoAZpC4l0HSTpXWPspteOQ6W7HpAfM-Cu8U_TfXoFWho/s320/473.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Rideau de verre<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dans
la série Panorama, trois très bons films : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Un
été à Boujad </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Maroc)
raconte l’été de Karim, revenu au Maroc pendant les vacances pour
découvrir la nouvelle famille de son père veuf et remarié. Dans </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">La
mère de tous les mensonges </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">(Maroc),
est reconstitué à travers des modèles réduits le quartier de
l’enfance du cinéaste qui s’interroge sur une histoire
occultée : les manifestations de 1981 à Casablanca qui firent
beaucoup de morts et de, prisonniers. Le turc </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Rideau
de verre</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
dresse le portrait d’un couple divorcé : la jeune femme a
obtenu du tribunal la garde de l’enfant et une mesure d’éloignement
de son mari violent. Mais ce dernier ne l’entend pas de cette
oreille. Le machisme méditerranéen dans toute son ampleur ! Un film salutaire !<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhCnDZ9NGMW5H0Hn-UAt7YUlPeqO3FGrbHS53tS_FFb6Cp6UEUJXQDFWYMbL124F9N8dRSm5MOy4aPgo6EcMb3p1wpUJOEHRc-hZdbkWCNU5Dp54e45t1PkjYNqVJCFD4bmtAbFb0TGSxBdRodVyPtOZ3bwCwG5zFn12oVdDWVdRGOBWv-pSufsYOiP7D/s1024/474.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="763" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRhCnDZ9NGMW5H0Hn-UAt7YUlPeqO3FGrbHS53tS_FFb6Cp6UEUJXQDFWYMbL124F9N8dRSm5MOy4aPgo6EcMb3p1wpUJOEHRc-hZdbkWCNU5Dp54e45t1PkjYNqVJCFD4bmtAbFb0TGSxBdRodVyPtOZ3bwCwG5zFn12oVdDWVdRGOBWv-pSufsYOiP7D/s320/474.png" width="238" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><p></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Dans
les rétrospectives, il y a eu le Libanais Maroun Bagdadi (j’ai vu
deux films ; </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">décidément,
le Liban se porte mal</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">)
et l’Italien Ettore Scola (</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">j’ai
vu </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">trois
films </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">inédits</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
dont le délicieu</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">x</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
film</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le
ravi</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
datant de 1971, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">avec
Marcello Mastroianni </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">en
exilé à Chicago où il espérait faire fortune dans la boxe et à
qui il arrive de multiples avanies qui ne suscitent chez lui qu’un
sourire béat permanent).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="justify" class="western" style="background: transparent; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; text-indent: 1.5cm; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Donc
un bon festival, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">mais
pas exceptionnel</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.
C’est un film turc qui a obtenu l’Antigone d’or : </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><i><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nuit
noire en Anatolie</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="fr-FR"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
mais je ne l’ai pas vu ; sortie en France prévue le 24 janvier
prochain.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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