{"id":611,"date":"2006-01-29T19:13:17","date_gmt":"2006-01-29T19:13:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/2006\/01\/29\/partir-en-fumee\/"},"modified":"2006-01-29T19:13:17","modified_gmt":"2006-01-29T19:13:17","slug":"partir-en-fumee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2006\/01\/partir-en-fumee\/","title":{"rendered":"Partir en fum\u00e9e"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ecrire les mots &agrave; ne pas oublier<br \/>\nAlors que fondu dans l&#39;artificiel<br \/>\nle flash saisit<br \/>\nle corps ailleurs<br \/>\nImpossible de s&#39;enfuir<br \/>\nvraiment<br \/>\nLe corps n&#39;est plus qu&#39;une<br \/>\nfum&eacute;e blanche<br \/>\ntranslucide griserie<br \/>\nd&#39;&eacute;criture<br \/>\nqui cherche son ombre<br \/>\ncelle qui sourit.<\/p>\n<p><i>d&#39;apr&egrave;s L&#39;enfer de la drogue (San Francisco, Etats-Unis, 1989), une photo de Jim Goldberg ( <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lemonde.fr\/web\/portfolio\/0,12-0@2-3246,31-728724,0.html\" title=\"Enfer de la drogue\">photo num&eacute;ro 6<\/a> du portfolio sur le site du journal Le Monde http:\/\/www.lemonde.fr\/web\/portfolio\/0,12-0@2-3246,31-728724,0.html )<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ecrire les mots &agrave; ne pas oublier Alors que fondu dans l&#39;artificiel le flash saisit le corps ailleurs Impossible de s&#39;enfuir vraiment Le corps n&#39;est plus qu&#39;une fum&eacute;e blanche translucide griserie d&#39;&eacute;criture qui cherche son ombre celle qui sourit. d&#39;apr&egrave;s L&#39;enfer de la drogue (San Francisco, Etats-Unis, 1989), une photo de Jim Goldberg ( photo &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2006\/01\/partir-en-fumee\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> de &laquo;&nbsp;Partir en fum\u00e9e&nbsp;&raquo;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesie"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-9R","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=611"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}