{"id":362,"date":"2011-09-06T13:18:22","date_gmt":"2011-09-06T11:18:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/?p=362"},"modified":"2021-01-06T18:58:16","modified_gmt":"2021-01-06T16:58:16","slug":"la-balade-des-champignons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/articles\/la-balade-des-champignons\/","title":{"rendered":"La balade des champignons"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Un petit texte de  Daniel Gaillard (2000)<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/h2>\n

J\u2019ai vu de tr\u00e8s loin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tr\u00e8s loin<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

sur un horizon d\u2019\u00e9corces crisp\u00e9es,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

au milieu de la clairi\u00e8re,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

en vedette,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

aur\u00e9ol\u00e9e de lumi\u00e8res,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de lumi\u00e8res filtr\u00e9es par un nuage admiratif,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

j\u2019ai vu de tr\u00e8s loin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tr\u00e8s loin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

l\u2019orgueilleuse,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 la pr\u00e9tentieuse,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la divine coulemelle<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

qui se prot\u00e8ge,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

avec son ombrelle<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de sa gloire fugace.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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J\u2019ai devin\u00e9<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

plus loin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

plus loin encore,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

dans la grisaille de l\u2019automne multicolore,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

au pied d\u2019un arbre d\u00e9nud\u00e9,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

un arbre t\u00e9tanis\u00e9 dans le froid,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

le froid du soleil absent ;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

J\u2019ai devin\u00e9 plus loin,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

plus loin encore<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

sous les haillons des feuilles mortes,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

le timide chant d\u2019espoir,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

la complainte d\u2019esp\u00e9rance<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

d\u2019une chorale de trompettes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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J’ai \u00e9t\u00e9 tent\u00e9 par les couleurs scandaleuses<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

d\u2019un groupe de catins<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

qui s\u2019affichent<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 enj\u00f4leuses<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

au coin du bois,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

avec, sur le rouge de la honte,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

les mouches blanches de la tentation.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Par prudence<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

j\u2019ai \u00e9vit\u00e9 l\u2019innocence verd\u00e2tre,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de l\u2019isol\u00e9e,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de la proscrite,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

de la sournoise mar\u00e2tre qui offre<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ing\u00e9nument,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

facilement,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

si facilement<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

son alchimie v\u00e9n\u00e9neuse.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Embusqu\u00e9, \u00e0 l\u2019or\u00e9e du bois,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

pr\u00e9tentieux de sa m\u00e2le raideur,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 impudique,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ind\u00e9cent,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

aur\u00e9ol\u00e9 de vermines,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

un phallus m\u2019a agress\u00e9.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

J\u2019ai ri de son impuissance<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

car il ne tient jamais ses promesses.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Et j\u2019ai fui,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

j\u2019ai fui l\u2019insoutenable de sa d\u00e9cadence pestilentielle.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Au d\u00e9tour d\u2019un buisson nu et frissonnant,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

discr\u00e8tement<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

je me suis assis,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

dans la mousse humide,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

dans vent qui s\u2019en va Nulle part,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

dans la nuit qui s\u2019en vient<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

d\u2019ailleurs.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

je me suis assis,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 transi, \u00e9gar\u00e9, \u00e9perdu.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

J\u2019ai \u00e9cout\u00e9\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Presque invisible sous les reliquats de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

dans le brouillard froid et myst\u00e9rieux,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

j\u2019ai \u00e9cout\u00e9<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

une discr\u00e8te,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

une secr\u00e8te assembl\u00e9e aux couleurs azurs paisibles,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

un peu pass\u00e9es,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

surann\u00e9es.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

J\u2019ai \u00e9pi\u00e9 leurs murmures indistincts<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

mais le vent complice disperse<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

leurs conciliabules interminables et vains.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Cette assembl\u00e9e,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

ce cercle tr\u00e8s ferm\u00e9,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

engourdi,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

fig\u00e9 dans l\u2019impuissance de la froidure,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

rassemble de doux r\u00eaveurs sans danger<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

qui dissertent frileusement sur l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 perdu.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Ce sont des po\u00e8tes que l\u2019on surprend,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

transis,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

couleur du temps,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

les pieds bleuis par le froid.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Un petit texte de  Daniel Gaillard (2000) J\u2019ai vu de tr\u00e8s loin, tr\u00e8s loin sur un horizon d\u2019\u00e9corces crisp\u00e9es, au milieu de la clairi\u00e8re, en vedette, aur\u00e9ol\u00e9e de lumi\u00e8res, de lumi\u00e8res filtr\u00e9es par un nuage admiratif, j\u2019ai vu … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articles"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=362"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3840,"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/362\/revisions\/3840"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/elisabethgaillard.com\/cms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}