{"id":732,"date":"2025-10-19T10:59:53","date_gmt":"2025-10-19T08:59:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/?p=732"},"modified":"2025-10-19T10:59:53","modified_gmt":"2025-10-19T08:59:53","slug":"le-mont-macaron","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/?p=732","title":{"rendered":"*le mont macaron*"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Le lieu-dit ou *le mont macaron*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">\u00ab Je comprendrais plus tard que l&rsquo;amour que je portais \u00e0 la rudesse de ce paysage \u00e9tait un cri int\u00e9rieur, une douleur, celui de l&rsquo;exil, et qu&rsquo;inconsciemment j&rsquo;attendais de reconna\u00eetre un lieu pour ne plus \u00eatre un \u00e9tranger sur terre. Je ne savais pas que cette garrigue deviendrait la terre effac\u00e9e de mon enfance, mon lieu d&rsquo;ancrage et qu&rsquo;elle apaiserait ce quelque chose de perdu en moi. \u00bb*<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Et <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/roger.aim?__cft__%5B0%5D=AZVVJYlA1_b8BQZD50p6Kp2Ftdq7s-M53_X4ACxvn2vNOPOIV5ZHBsy1NJknrkZ-bLZFNZbf7vBIixQ9bUid4JostetexSGQ4p-bXtEMr7-X6Lp17kQ7kbvGQL8A7767R2GEUBFnEM1dLCo5l63cDX7q7Sr9ybJlDdi_YPQmJltVDg&amp;__tn__=-%5DK-R\"><strong>Roger A\u00efm<\/strong><\/a>, dans *le mont macaron* nous raconte combien le mont macaron, n\u2019est pas seulement un endroit g\u00e9ographique, mais un itin\u00e9raire. Les majuscules ont disparu\u2026et le lieu devient un refuge o\u00f9 le temps fuyant et inflexible continue sa route.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Comme Julien Gracq, qu\u2019il aime tant, Roger A\u00efm ne d\u00e9crit pas seulement un paysage.&nbsp; Il restitue l\u2019\u00e9cho des sensations, la vibration des instants, le murmure des herbes folles et ce d\u00e9licieux d\u2019un moment unique et qui ne reviendra plus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Chaque pierre, chaque souffle de vent, chaque rayon de lumi\u00e8re devient un t\u00e9moin et c\u2019est dans cette lenteur contemplative que la m\u00e9moire et le paysage se r\u00e9pondent et que le souvenir se fait gardien du Temps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Ici, \u00e9crire revient \u00e0 retenir le monde et \u00e0 se retenir soi-m\u00eame dans le flux des jours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">\u00ab Lorsque la pens\u00e9e jure devant le temps qui passe, il faut tendre la main aux souvenirs\u2026 \u00bb nous dit Roger A\u00efm.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Et il ajoute comme habit\u00e9 encore :&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">\u00ab Cette journ\u00e9e \u00e9tait proche du printemps\u2026 \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size wp-block-paragraph\">Roger A\u00efm, *le mont macaron*, \u00c9ditions&nbsp; Infimes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Le lieu-dit ou *le mont macaron* \u00ab Je comprendrais plus tard que l&rsquo;amour que je portais \u00e0 la rudesse de ce paysage \u00e9tait un cri int\u00e9rieur, une douleur, celui de l&rsquo;exil, et qu&rsquo;inconsciemment j&rsquo;attendais de &hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":733,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-732","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\/732","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=732"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/732\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":734,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/732\/revisions\/734"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=732"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=732"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeanneorient.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=732"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}