{"id":707,"date":"2025-09-11T18:24:09","date_gmt":"2025-09-11T16:24:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/?p=707"},"modified":"2025-09-11T18:24:10","modified_gmt":"2025-09-11T16:24:10","slug":"tremblements-de-ciel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/?p=707","title":{"rendered":"*Tremblements de ciel*"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">\u00c9crire pour avoir&nbsp; \u00ab lieu \u00bb\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">[\u2026] Je n&rsquo;ai pas eu d&rsquo;enfants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Je ne laisserai rien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Ma vie sera pareille \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9clair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Les fleurs sur ma tombe faneront en une semaine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Et le premier vent effacera tous mes pas [\u2026]<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/jeanchristophe.galiegue?__cft__%5B0%5D=AZXw3PJcHO_iF4Wo8Q4DxfHuSsUfMVopIXj154KZ9nIVeACW_pFgNx7Jdus0yBUeDImwfoHWWQ--tIawEWlZRW6rTycp5ytfDEMe38hwpWh9P661km0bBXJVyZh4lmC2fkMuMmxUl8kvXMKsOXxsmfCm4rUTbRN88aZpv8ZSJqWYog&amp;__tn__=-%5DK-R\"><strong>Jean-Christophe Gali\u00e8gue<\/strong><\/a> \u00e9crit depuis le manque, depuis cette b\u00e9ance d\u2019o\u00f9 rien ne r\u00e9pond.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">*Tremblements de ciel* est un recueil de solitude. Pas&nbsp; de lign\u00e9es, pas de \u00ab siens \u00bb. Et pourtant sa parole retentit gorg\u00e9e de tant d\u2019illusions :<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">[\u2026] Comment dire le temps suspendu\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Les battements d&rsquo;ailes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Les veines farouches<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Le c\u0153ur en flammes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">La peau la neige<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Le bleu de l&rsquo;air<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Les remparts de lumi\u00e8re<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">L&rsquo;ombre port\u00e9e<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Le rouge de vivre [\u2026]<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Mais il est tard. Ou alors plus assez t\u00f4t. Et entre ce qui est et ce qui reste, tout tient sur un fil. Peut-\u00eatre un instant de pr\u00e9sence encore, une parole arrach\u00e9e \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re, un \u00e9clat de rire avant le grand silence.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Jean-Paul Gali\u00e8gue est lucide. Il ne promet rien. Ni \u00e0 ses lecteurs, ni \u00e0 lui-m\u00eame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Tel un sismographe, il continue jusqu\u2019au bout d\u2019enregistrer les secousses. Toutes les secousses. Celles de l\u2019amour qui \u00e9chappe, de la lumi\u00e8re qui s\u2019efface et de la vie qui tremble toujours au bord de sa disparition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">\u00c9crire devient alors sa seule appartenance, sa seule famille. Chaque mot trace une fragile lign\u00e9e de papier, un ciel travers\u00e9 de failles mais habit\u00e9 quand m\u00eame.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Et c\u2019est l\u00e0 pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment que le po\u00e8me&nbsp; trouve sa force. C\u2019est l\u00e0 qu\u2019il fait tenir debout un homme seul sous un ciel instable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">[\u2026] Le noir d&rsquo;\u00e9crire<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Le temps<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Qui se regarde et s&rsquo;imagine<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Un bout de ciel<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Pris dans le vent&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Pos\u00e9 l\u00e0 [\u2026]<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Et dans chaque tremblement, cet homme seul nous offre \u00ab La forge des mots \u00bb.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Ceux qui font tenir\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Jean-Christophe Gali\u00e8gue, *Tremblements de ciel*,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00c9crire pour avoir&nbsp; \u00ab lieu \u00bb\u2026 [\u2026] Je n&rsquo;ai pas eu d&rsquo;enfants. Je ne laisserai rien. Ma vie sera pareille \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9clair. Les fleurs sur ma tombe faneront en une semaine. Et le premier vent &hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":708,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-707","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chroniques","latest_post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/707","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=707"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/707\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":709,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/707\/revisions\/709"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/708"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=707"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=707"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=707"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}