{"id":148,"date":"1997-06-01T00:25:20","date_gmt":"1997-05-31T23:25:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/auteurs.harmattan.fr\/michel-diaz\/?p=148"},"modified":"2010-12-08T18:16:50","modified_gmt":"2010-12-08T17:16:50","slug":"le-nouveau-ligerien-n%c2%b0-17-ete-1997","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/auteurs.harmattan.fr\/michel-diaz\/blog\/1997\/06\/01\/le-nouveau-ligerien-n%c2%b0-17-ete-1997\/","title":{"rendered":"Le nouveau Lig\u00e9rien, n\u00b0 17, \u00e9t\u00e9 1997"},"content":{"rendered":"


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\u00a0 ATELIER DES SILENCES<\/strong>, Editions Hesse. Tirage de luxe limit\u00e9 \u00e0 1500 exemplaires.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 C’est d’un voyage qu’il s’agit dans le livre de Thierry Cardon le photographe et Michel Diaz l’\u00e9crivain, \u00ab\u00a0Atelier des silences\u00a0\u00bb.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 L’un nous offre les fragments de machines et les objets fix\u00e9s dans une attente, ou une agonie, ou un repos dans les entrep\u00f4ts de r\u00e9paration des locomotives de Saint-Pierre-des-Corps. L’autre fait p\u00e9n\u00e9trer, dans cet univers p\u00e9trifi\u00e9 par l’art, un seul \u00eatre \u00ab\u00a0en souffrance\u00a0\u00bb comme un colis \u00e0 la recherche de celui ou celle \u00e0 qui il est destin\u00e9, et c’est Orph\u00e9e \u00e0 la poursuite d’Eurydice.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 Diaz et Cardon, les deux vigiles du sens, les deux \u00ab\u00a0Virgile\u00a0\u00bb nous entra\u00eenent dans une p\u00e9riple en profondeur ou l’on peut se perdre, ou se trouver.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00ab\u00a0<\/em>Le voil\u00e0<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 nu et seul<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (et son chant grelottant<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 s’interroge\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 )<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0debout \u00e0 quelques pas de la porte de l’invisible<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 l’\u00e2me d\u00e9j\u00e0 d\u00e9chiquet\u00e9e par les ongles furieux du chagrin<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 …<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ma langue est un couteau cass\u00e9<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 mes l\u00e8vres saignent de silence<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 mes mots se sont fig\u00e9s<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 au bord du crat\u00e8re<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 des larmes<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 et<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ma voix <\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 verger calcin\u00e9<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 s’est cousue dans son sac de cendres\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/em>Jacqueline Hafidi<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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