<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401</id><updated>2012-02-14T13:12:35.417-08:00</updated><category term='sciences'/><category term='politique'/><category term='divers'/><category term='littérature'/><category term='private joke'/><category term='économie'/><category term='peinture'/><category term='philosophie'/><category term='cinéma'/><category term='vidéo'/><category term='poésie'/><category term='musique'/><category term='histoire'/><title type='text'>Lexicon Angel</title><subtitle type='html'>Evolution is a process too slow to save my soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>637</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8844598137586433148</id><published>2012-02-14T04:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:12:35.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Cebula -- Wisława Szymborska.</title><summary type='text'>

Co innego cebula.Ona nie ma wnętrzności.Jest sobą na wskroś cebula,do stopnia cebuliczności.Cebulasta na zewnątrz,cebulowa do rdzenia,mogłaby wejrzeć w siebiecebula bez przerażenia.
W nas obczyzna i dzikośćledwie skórą przykryta,inferno w nas interny,anatomia gwałtowna,a w cebuli cebula,nie pokrętne jelita.Ona wielekroć naga,do głębi itympodobna.
Byt niesprzeczny cebula,udany cebula twór.W </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8844598137586433148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8844598137586433148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/cebula-wisawa-szymborska.html' title='Cebula -- Wisława Szymborska.'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qd77zenOXrI/TzpXu8adXfI/AAAAAAAABXw/ZOtXmoLPfq4/s72-c/Nozkowski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4076893345712873021</id><published>2012-02-13T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T06:52:32.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Odkrycie -- Wisława Szymborska (1923-2012)</title><summary type='text'>
Wierzę w wielkie odkrycie.Wierzę w człowieka, który dokona odkryciaWierzę w przestrach człowieka, który dokona odkrycia.
Wierzę wbladość jego twarzy,w mdłości, w zimny pot na wardze.
Wierzę w spalene notatek,w spalenie ich na popiół,w spalenie co do jednej.
Wierzę w rozsypanie liczb,w rozsypanie ich bez żalu.
Wierzę w pośpiech człowieka,w dokładność jego ruchów,w nieprzymuszoną wolę.

Wierzę w </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4076893345712873021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4076893345712873021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/odkrycie-wisawa-szymborska-1923-2012.html' title='Odkrycie -- Wisława Szymborska (1923-2012)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY3TPGod4-A/Tzp02BVd0YI/AAAAAAAABX4/7gFZ49CLraw/s72-c/Vojakova+-+Chernobyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-456977047804879329</id><published>2012-02-13T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T00:37:03.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Dernier arrêt -- Georges Séféris</title><summary type='text'>
(Parce que la paresse n'empêche pas la suite dans les idées ...)



Pour ce qui est des justes récriminations contre mon usage immodéré de la photocopieuse, voir ici, merci.
(traduit par Jacques Lacarrière et Égérie Mavraki in Georges Séféris, Poèmes 1933-1955 suivis de Trois poèmes secrets, Poésie / Gallimard)



Poème de résistance. Kalavryta, Kaisariani, Kedros, Haidari, Distomo, Mesovouno, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/456977047804879329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/456977047804879329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/dernier-arret-georges-seferis.html' title='Dernier arrêt -- Georges Séféris'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MrnO4JyHa_g/TzjnV-ZsHUI/AAAAAAAABXg/I3pIUquF_Yo/s72-c/Dernier+arr%C3%AAt-1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1604299523116641217</id><published>2012-02-12T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T13:55:38.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Politiquement correct ?</title><summary type='text'>
Kennedy (moderne et bien accompagné), Nixon (ce n'est pas beau d'écouter aux portes ; et puis, franchement, lui achèteriez-vous une voiture d'occasion ?), Carter (la moralisation du capitalisme) ... nous en étions là des divers avatars de notre Président (*). Reagan maintenant, avec un petit blitzkrieg culturel ?
L'occasion de rappeler que les trentes dernières pages de Le seul et vrai Paradis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1604299523116641217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1604299523116641217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/politiquement-correct.html' title='Politiquement correct ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-553901170122864026</id><published>2012-02-12T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T04:58:02.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Calligramme - Georges Séféris</title><summary type='text'>
Voiles sur le Nil,
Oiseaux sans cris, privés d'une aile,
Cherchant sans bruit celle qui manque,
Parcourant dans le ciel absent
Le corps d'un adolescent de marbre ?
Traçant sur l'azur d'une encre invisible
Un cri désespéré.

(traduit par Jacques Lacarrière et Égérie Mavraki in Georges Séféris, Poèmes 1933-1955 suivis de Trois poèmes secrets, Poésie / Gallimard)



En vérité, c'était Dernier arrêt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/553901170122864026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/553901170122864026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/calligramme-georges-seferis.html' title='Calligramme - Georges Séféris'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-751927126255792247</id><published>2012-02-09T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:59:39.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Visite à Godenholm -- Ernst Jünger (1895-1998)</title><summary type='text'>
Un autre de ces rares livres qui savent rendre la "vision" :






Pour ce qui est des justes récriminations contre mon usage immodéré de la photocopieuse, voir ici, merci.



Publié en 1952, traduit par Henri Plard chez Christian Bourgois (10/18 ; 1953)
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/751927126255792247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/751927126255792247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/visite-godenholm-ernst-junger-1895-1998.html' title='Visite à Godenholm -- Ernst Jünger (1895-1998)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EO2K8uO5Hb4/TzTNXYUZbnI/AAAAAAAABW4/5OaDeaW54rE/s72-c/Godenholm+-+74.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3162112164073978307</id><published>2012-02-03T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T03:39:46.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Mouseland -- Tommy Douglas (1904-1986)</title><summary type='text'>
 
Tommy Douglas

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3162112164073978307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3162112164073978307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/mouseland-tommy-douglas-1904-1986.html' title='Mouseland -- Tommy Douglas (1904-1986)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4289707602737118468</id><published>2012-02-01T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T04:16:38.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Superstitions - Francesco Masci</title><summary type='text'>
Si la modernité est "la deuxième tentative de dépassement de la gnose" (H. Blumenberg, La légitimité des temps modernes) alors la modernité esthétique est un double renversé de cette même tentative de résoudre le problème du mal. La modernité est devenue possible lorsque la structure ordonnée du chaos scolastique a commencé à se fissurer et que le monde a cessé de se graver sur l'homme pour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4289707602737118468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4289707602737118468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/02/superstitions-francesco-masci.html' title='Superstitions - Francesco Masci'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5581004965409111264</id><published>2012-01-30T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T03:15:12.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>La Osita, el Lobo y Fafner ...</title><summary type='text'> 
Deux extraits des Autonautes de la cosmoroute :




La version originale en espagnol est disponible ici.


Pour ce qui est des justes récriminations contre mon usage immodéré de la photocopieuse, voir ici, merci. 
 
Un véritable cadeau des Dieux que d'avoir pu découvrir ce livre à vingt ans ...
 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5581004965409111264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5581004965409111264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-osita-el-lobo-y-fafner.html' title='La Osita, el Lobo y Fafner ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HG-U2ir5bMM/TyZ5Ks-BDbI/AAAAAAAABWw/9fQ0lMjqIKM/s72-c/Autonautes+-+Dunlop+-+1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4130063901494959807</id><published>2012-01-24T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:08:23.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinéma'/><title type='text'>Theodoros Angelopoulos (1935-2012)</title><summary type='text'>
Le voyage à Cythère (1983)

« Je  n’ai pas voulu raconter une histoire politique. On sait   seulement  qu’un vieux révolutionnaire rentre au pays après 30   ans d’exil en  URSS… Ce vieux, porteur du passé   révolutionnaire, n’est plus rien  quand il rentre. Voilà l’essentiel. Il   revient mourir, creuser sa  tombe au village. Il demande à mourir   comme un vieux chien. Pour la  troisième fois, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4130063901494959807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4130063901494959807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/theodoros-angelopoulos-1935-2012.html' title='Theodoros Angelopoulos (1935-2012)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj68wc4x_6E/Tx82WAyzwYI/AAAAAAAABWQ/lxwfY6jkGc8/s72-c/Angelopoulos%2B-%2Bvoyage%2B%25C3%25A0%2Bcythere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2831107796278802856</id><published>2012-01-24T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:15:05.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>En chinois, "Aral" se dira-t-il "Poyang" ?</title><summary type='text'>

Le lac Poyang, ex-plus grand lac d'eau douce de Chine(source)

Le Yang Zhi (Fleuve Bleu), un des trois géants qui dévalent du Tibet par l'est (avec le Mékong et la Salouen) semble avoir bien du mal à maintenir en vie ses écosystèmes en aval du barrage des Trois Gorges.
Officiellement, ce furent tout d'abord les températures élevées qui furent rendues responsables de l'évaporation du lac, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2831107796278802856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2831107796278802856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/en-chinois-aral-se-dira-t-il-poyang.html' title='En chinois, &quot;Aral&quot; se dira-t-il &quot;Poyang&quot; ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kcxebdQlGk/Tx6dX5-6CrI/AAAAAAAABV0/SgbMLOHDo-Y/s72-c/Lac%2BPoyang.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7073123714197736092</id><published>2012-01-20T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:05:08.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Autobiographie des objets -- François Bon</title><summary type='text'>
Ils passent au lointain, on les tient un instant en mémoire comme on  les aurait dans la main, poids, taille, consistance, mémoire tactile qui  est aussi le biais d’écriture. On hésite à pousser la porte presque  transparente qu’ils recèlent : les visages en arrière sont ceux de tes  morts.  On sait qu’il faudrait, qu’ils recèlent eux aussi un fragment mince  et diaphane de ce qu’on poursuit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7073123714197736092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7073123714197736092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/autobiographie-des-objets-francois-bon.html' title='Autobiographie des objets -- François Bon'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-828391506738770730</id><published>2012-01-19T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T03:12:20.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Les autonautes de la cosmoroute, ou, Un voyage intemporel Paris-Marseille -- Carol Dunlop (1946-1982), Julio Cortazar (1914-1984)</title><summary type='text'>
Rien de plus facile, ici, que de juger l'arbre à ses fruits.  Voici, par exemple, ce qu'en dit François Bon dans l'introduction à son Autoroute (voir ici) :


Je venais de découvrir le fabuleux livre / voyage de Julio Cortazar et Carol Dunlop : Les Autonautes de la cosmoroute.  Un voyage Paris Marseille en bus Volkswagen, en s’arrêtant à chaque  parking, passant la nuit dans un sur deux des </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/828391506738770730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/828391506738770730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/les-autonautes-de-la-cosmoroute-ou-un.html' title='Les autonautes de la cosmoroute, ou, Un voyage intemporel Paris-Marseille -- Carol Dunlop (1946-1982), Julio Cortazar (1914-1984)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7083299535059799627</id><published>2012-01-16T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T04:00:05.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Όσο βαρούν τα σίδερα</title><summary type='text'>
Aμάν, αμάν ...

Όσο βαρούν τα σίδερα αμάν αμάν
βαρούν τα μαύρα ρούχα
γιατί τα φόρεσα κι εγώ κόσμε ψεύτη
για μια αγάπη που ‘χα

Αμάν είχα και υστερήθηκα το μωρό μου
θυμούμαι και εστενάζω
άνοιξε γης μέσα να μπω κόσμε ψεύτη
κόσμο να μην κοιτάζω

  

La version de Nikos Xylouris a toujours été ma préférée mais elle n'est pas en ligne apparemment ; on se consolera sans problème avec celle de son </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7083299535059799627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7083299535059799627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='Όσο βαρούν τα σίδερα'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFyIvRoJE_g/TxSRozsJfAI/AAAAAAAABVo/sv5Y6aaTVw8/s72-c/Europe_Dead_end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3050352175450650439</id><published>2012-01-13T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:44:25.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Classé sans suite -- Patrik Ouředník</title><summary type='text'>
Vient de paraître aux éditions Allia (dans une traduction de Marianne Canavaggio : "Lebeda tétait sa pipe, le serveur s'entêtait dans hargne. Tout est question de préfixe."). 
Précipitez-vous ... Investissez ! 

LECTEUR ! Notre récit vous paraît dispersé ? Vous avez l'impression que l'action stagne ? Que dans le livre que vous tenez en main, il ne se passe au fond rien de très remarquable ? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3050352175450650439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3050352175450650439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/classe-sans-suite-patrick-ourednik.html' title='Classé sans suite -- Patrik Ouředník'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZFskpntMhA/Tx8xSPZGLTI/AAAAAAAABV8/vs0lSX_1dKA/s72-c/Mrozek+-+Bureaucratie+sur+ile+d%25C3%25A9serte.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2286809085718631275</id><published>2012-01-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:20:36.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Où gîtent les étoiles - Avrom Sutzkever (1913-2010)</title><summary type='text'>
A quarante ans de distance, le miracle d'un même regard émerveillé qui parvient malgré tout à se réinventer :


Pelisse de feu
Les prés - de blanc éblouissant métal.Les arbres - tous fondus dans le moule rocheux.Ne sait où tomber la neige en pétales,Le soleil vêt sa pelisse de feu.L'artiste gel comme sur une vitreDe son pinceau de diamant, à mon frontPeint légendes de neige aux couleurs vives,Sa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2286809085718631275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2286809085718631275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/ou-gitent-les-etoiles-avrom-sutzkever.html' title='Où gîtent les étoiles - Avrom Sutzkever (1913-2010)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ciy1OcFAizM/TwtYkfq7XSI/AAAAAAAABVg/dHKmHPZ9ne0/s72-c/Chagall+-+Sutzkever+-+In+a+Siberian+forest.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7502079209508465335</id><published>2012-01-09T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T03:03:53.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Maurice Roche</title><summary type='text'> Jusqu'à la fin, j'hésiterai entre ces deux épitaphes:
Mort pour avoir fermé les yeux sur un rêve
Mort pour avoir regardé la vie en face .

Juste pour signaler qu'un entretien de Serge Gavronsky avec Maurice Roche est disponible en ligne dans Toward a New Poetics - Contemporary Writing in France - Interviews, with an Introduction and Translated Texts, Serge Gavronsky, UCP, 1994
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7502079209508465335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7502079209508465335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/maurice-roche.html' title='Maurice Roche'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4649309676841252002</id><published>2012-01-03T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:30:40.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peinture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histoire'/><title type='text'>A Medieval Mirror - Speculum Humanae Salvationis 1324–1500 -- Adrian Wilson, Joyce Lancaster Wilson</title><summary type='text'>
Encore un trésor en ligne issu de la collection des e-books publics de l'Université de Californie !  


a. The Adoration of the Magi.
b. The Magi See the Star.
c. Three Soldiers Bring Water to David.
d. The Queen of Sheba Brings Gifts to Solomon.
Speculum humanæ salvationis , Chapter IX.
Hessische Landes- und Hochschulbibliothek Darmstadt,
Hs 2505, fols. 18 verso and 19 recto
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Deux célèbres poèmes russes portent ce titre, l'un de Fedor Tyutchev, l'autre d'Ossip Mandelstam qui avait sans nul doute son illustre devancier en mémoire en reprenant ce titre.

Tyutchev (1803-1873), tout d'abord, peut-être le premier des poètes de l' "âge d'or" ... après Pouchkine, bien sûr, qui est hors concours !

Silentium !
Молчи, скрывайся и таиИ чувства и мечты свои -Пускай в душевной </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5457257462033953201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5457257462033953201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/silentium.html' title='Silentium (!)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWysdiiVfac/Twn_afU3g2I/AAAAAAAABVY/m_6ynSR7IB8/s72-c/ERNST-le-jardin-de-la-France.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2927562607059579475</id><published>2012-01-02T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T03:16:01.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>Ceremonial costumes of the Pueblo Indians -- Virginia More Roediger</title><summary type='text'>
... est en ligne !
Pour mettre des couleurs sur les "gentle spirits with yucca whips waiting / as you learn to walk" de Wendy Rose.


Aholi, the Sun Kachina, Oraïbi, Hopi





Dans le même univers, également en ligne chez le même éditeur :


SURVIVING THROUGH THE DAYS
Translations of Native California Stories and Songs
A CALIFORNIA INDIAN READER
EDITED BY Herbert W. Luthin


The Short, Swift </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2927562607059579475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2927562607059579475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2012/01/ceremonial-costumes-of-pueblo-indians.html' title='Ceremonial costumes of the Pueblo Indians -- Virginia More Roediger'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuS1DkP4lHI/TwG0mYnsD9I/AAAAAAAABVE/QTkMeXMPxt0/s72-c/Aholi+The+Sun+Kachina+-+Oraibi+Hopi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2204392390853636699</id><published>2011-12-31T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:51:44.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>Meilleurs vœux  !</title><summary type='text'> Comme je n'ai pas réussi à trouver un cliché de Mario Draghi chevauchant fièrement l'austérité cuvée 2012, je fais appel à votre imagination ! Ci-desssous, c'est Marciech Draghiuzelski en pleine action.
 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2204392390853636699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2204392390853636699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/meilleurs-vux.html' title='Meilleurs vœux  !'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H-iG6DZfy1g/Tv88V-ADWsI/AAAAAAAABU4/wz0o-aRD3U4/s72-c/wesolego_nowego_roku_1983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1417767727558008165</id><published>2011-12-31T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:49:05.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>Avertissement de saison !</title><summary type='text'>
Tu bois, Tu payes
Tu LES enrichis !
à découperet coller sur la bouteille





VOTE-KA (*)
Boisson idéoholique de la République Populaire de PologneProduit du Parti Ouvrier Unifié Polonais



(*) wyborcza (= électorale) en lieu et place de la traditionnelle vodka Wyborowa !
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1417767727558008165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1417767727558008165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/avertissement-de-saison.html' title='Avertissement de saison !'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAMoMpKpoMw/Tv8DnJdPbQI/AAAAAAAABUs/FoKZa4zZWJ4/s72-c/Pijesz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4791598452978030208</id><published>2011-12-20T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:58:39.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Das trunkene Schiff -- Paul Celan</title><summary type='text'>
Le bateau ivre d'Arthur Rimbaud (1871) traduit par Paul Celan en 1957, publié chez Insel Verlag l'année suivante :

Hinab glitt ich die Flüsse, von träger        Flut getragen,da fühlte ich: es zogen die Treidler mich nicht mehr.Sie waren, von Indianern ans Marterholz geschlagen,ein Ziel an buntem Pfahle, Gejohle um sich her.
Ich scherte mich den Teufel um Männer und um Frachten;wars flämisch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4791598452978030208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4791598452978030208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-trunkene-schiff-paul-celan.html' title='Das trunkene Schiff -- Paul Celan'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4468454835777121792</id><published>2011-12-20T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T04:40:01.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>L'encre serait de l'ombre -- Philippe Jaccottet</title><summary type='text'>
Notes, proses et poèmes choisis par l'auteur 1946-2008, chez Poésie / Gallimard, 2011.
Ce genre de recueil anthologique est toujours l'occasion de courir voir si mes textes préférés ont passé le crible de l'auteur lui-même ; celui-ci, par exemple, du recueil Après beaucoup d'années (ouf, il y est ...)

A la brève rose du ciel d’hiveron offre ce feu de braisesqui tiendrait presque dans la main.
(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4468454835777121792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4468454835777121792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/lencre-serait-de-lombre-philippe.html' title='L&apos;encre serait de l&apos;ombre -- Philippe Jaccottet'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icHuyWRq_uE/TvCASwjZMRI/AAAAAAAABUg/FXmFnN3S3eA/s72-c/Sesshu+-+Summer+and+wintry+landscapes.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1704305538202610507</id><published>2011-12-18T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T12:57:16.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>La brèche -- Vladimir Makanine</title><summary type='text'>
Affiche de Bronislaw Zelek pour La faim de Henning Carlsen (1966)
(source) 


Si Le terrier nous parle avec une effrayante précision de notre situation psychologique actuelle, de notre repli dans un refuge qui est aussi un piège, il y a un bref livre qui nous parle sans fard de notre avenir, La brèche de l'écrivain russe Vladimir Makanine (traduit par Christine Zeytounian-Beloüs chez </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1704305538202610507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1704305538202610507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-breche-vladimir-makanine.html' title='La brèche -- Vladimir Makanine'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQKC0CqnFhU/Tu-nC2kyFQI/AAAAAAAABUY/DCJIi2JX7Ig/s72-c/Glod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2946847344039845175</id><published>2011-12-14T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:30:05.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Back Lasch !</title><summary type='text'>
Simple écho de la très pragmatique question "comment construit-on une majorité de second tour ?" ou réel et durable déscillement, toujours est-il qu'on voit fleurir ces derniers temps quelques ouvrages qui reprennent les choses dans l'état où les trente dernières années les ont laissées : une France "périphérique" s'enfonce dans la difficulté, se replie douloureusement sur ses dernières </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2946847344039845175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2946847344039845175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-lasch.html' title='Back Lasch !'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8755462257836233791</id><published>2011-12-14T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:57:52.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Transparent things -- Vladimir Nabokov</title><summary type='text'>
La chevelure de feuLuigi Russolo


L'avant-dernier roman de Nabokov, entre Ada et Regarde, regarde les arlequins !. Très court, une centaine de pages ; "mystérieux, sinistre et superbement mélancolique" comme le décrit Martin Amis. 
Le dernier paragraphe, l'incendie de l'hôtel où Person, le héros, "trouve la mort" :



Now flames were mounting the stairs, in pairs, in trios, in redskin file, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8755462257836233791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8755462257836233791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/transparent-things-vladimir-nabokov.html' title='Transparent things -- Vladimir Nabokov'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QvRzBE3zTmM/TuiA-ICgCTI/AAAAAAAABUM/38iu1fT9eDg/s72-c/luigi-russolo-la-chevelure-de-feu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4909027640921699001</id><published>2011-12-09T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:21:59.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Lost in translation ?</title><summary type='text'>
Le dernier paragraphe de Gespräch im Gebirg de Paul Celan (1959) et trois de ses traductions françaises (il y en a - au moins - une quatrième, de Stéphane Moses chez Verdier mais je ne l'ai pas lue) :


- ich hier, ich ; ich, der ich all das sagen kann, sagen hätt können ; der ich dirs nicht sag und nicht gesagt hat ; ich mit dem Türkenbund links, ich mit der Rapunzel, ich mit der </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4909027640921699001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4909027640921699001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in translation ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6QHqLxyrYg/TuUg3AgN1BI/AAAAAAAABTs/657pPbeIKRI/s72-c/lis-martagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7228011383881575044</id><published>2011-12-09T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:21:49.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sciences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>Nos sincères félicitations ...</title><summary type='text'>
"L’équipe du professeur Ron Fouchier, dont la qualité est attestée par une impressionnante liste de publications, a créé, à partir du déjà très célèbre H5N1, un virus plus mortel que tous ceux qui existent dans la nature. Car, si la mortalité chez les personnes infectées par la grippe aviaire est d’environ 50 %, le virus à l’état naturel n’est pas transmissible entre êtres humains, ce qui limite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7228011383881575044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7228011383881575044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/nos-sinceres-felicitations.html' title='Nos sincères félicitations ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-163120351029776239</id><published>2011-12-08T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:55:25.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Gegenlicht (Contre-jour) -- Paul Celan</title><summary type='text'>
C'est un court recueil d'aphorismes paru dans le journal zurichois Die Tat en 1949 ; un de mes préférés :
  
Täusche dich nicht : nicht diese lezte Lampe spendet mehr Licht - das Dunkel rings hat sich in sich selber vertieft.

Ne te trompe pas : ce n'est pas cette dernière lampe qui donne plus de lumière - c'est l'obscurité autour qui s'est approfondie.(traduit par Jean Launay in Paul Celan, Le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/163120351029776239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/163120351029776239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/gegenlicht-contre-jour-paul-celan.html' title='Gegenlicht (Contre-jour) -- Paul Celan'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-364704676676009188</id><published>2011-12-05T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:21:36.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Erebuni -- Nina Gabrielian (Нина Габриэлян)</title><summary type='text'> 


Vue des ruines de la forteresse d'Erebuni (fondée en 782 av JC)
qui surplombe Erevan


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I hood my eyes against the savage light ...Why am I here, and what do I want here ?Why do these ruins drag me to this placewith the mortal grief of blackened stone ?Am I the keeper of the dead ?I mutterCain-like :"Am I their keeper ?"Graveyard grass crawls over stone,strong in its underground knowledge.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/364704676676009188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/364704676676009188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/erebuni-nina-gabrielian.html' title='Erebuni -- Nina Gabrielian (Нина Габриэлян)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzeo-KMavig/TtzEXJ7FeTI/AAAAAAAABTg/XgIIb4cV_40/s72-c/Erebuni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4996171871168305211</id><published>2011-12-02T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:18:33.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>Brinicle = Brin[e ic]icle</title><summary type='text'>



L'explication est là : pompage de la chaleur (relative ... -2°C) de la mer vers l'air froid (-20°C) à travers une colonne creuse de saumure gelée qui s'enfonce car plus dense (plus forte concentration de sel) que l'eau environnante. Le film est accéléré, le processus entier prend plusieurs heures.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4996171871168305211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4996171871168305211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/lexplication-est-la.html' title='Brinicle = Brin[e ic]icle'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SM6sDEtgPx0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3832412937047644278</id><published>2011-12-01T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:46:23.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>Objectivité ...</title><summary type='text'>
Frétillant d'objectivité, ce commentaire en forme de pavé de l'ours à propos du discours de Toulon (2011 remix) :
 18 h 42 - Ce discours s'annonce plus long que celui de septembre 2008. Le texte distribué à la presse fait onze pages, contre neuf en 2008.
Tout y est ; rien à ajouter.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3832412937047644278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3832412937047644278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/objectivite.html' title='Objectivité ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3888751171049933189</id><published>2011-12-01T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:54:41.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='économie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>"Culte du cargo" -- Paul Jorion</title><summary type='text'>
Avec de pareilles mesures, pas de doute, la croissance va décoller !Et il pourrait y en avoir besoin, au train où vont les choses :"At current market borrowing costs of 7 per cent, Italy has to grow 
at an  unlikely 8.4 per cent just to avoid increases in its debt levels.""Unlikely" ? Pourquoi "unlikely" ? Vite, sculptons une croissance en balsa !   




Certaines expressions font mouche ; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3888751171049933189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3888751171049933189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/12/culte-du-cargo-paul-jorion.html' title='&quot;Culte du cargo&quot; -- Paul Jorion'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SSEAEUOta0Q/Ttd967Q0B7I/AAAAAAAABTY/D-Ug7WSzdOw/s72-c/cargo_cult_plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4967746975137345537</id><published>2011-11-29T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:20:28.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>The fall of Rome -- W. H. Auden</title><summary type='text'>

for Cyril Connolly.  The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.

Cerebrotonic Cato </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4967746975137345537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4967746975137345537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-of-rome-w-h-auden.html' title='The fall of Rome -- W. H. Auden'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boZEF-rJjAc/TtVMaTYwXvI/AAAAAAAABTI/K5Cv2WEcm5w/s72-c/silvio_papi_bunga_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1137328045404754485</id><published>2011-11-28T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:18:44.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>Un peu de lecture ?</title><summary type='text'>
Ici. Là, par exemple.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1137328045404754485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1137328045404754485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/un-peu-de-lecture.html' title='Un peu de lecture ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8507631459614511496</id><published>2011-11-28T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:49:48.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Fabienne Courtade</title><summary type='text'>  (nous restons làun jour de plus
et nous regardonsjour après jour
cette main qui ne sait jamaisce que donnel'autre main


publié dans le premier numéro de Double Change, c'était en 2001 ; pas oublié depuis.A propos de Fabienne Courtade, voir ici et là.


Non, non, ce n'est pas une étourderie : la parenthèse ne se ferme pas, comme souvent chez Fabienne Courtade.



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8507631459614511496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8507631459614511496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/fabienne-courtade.html' title='Fabienne Courtade'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-866200436634538246</id><published>2011-11-28T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:39:34.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Gheel - La ville des fous -- Per Odensten</title><summary type='text'>

Pour ce qui est des justes récriminations contre mon usage immodéré de la photocopieuse, voir ici, merci.

Ainsi débute ce livre (traduit et présenté par Régis Boyer chez Arcane 17, 1991). Si cette étrangeté de ton vous rebute, inutile d'aller plus loin : cela continue ainsi sur 400 pages. Un grand opéra baroque : on pense souvent à Szentkuthy pour l'ampleur des thématiques qui passent en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/866200436634538246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/866200436634538246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/gheel-la-ville-des-fous-per-odensten.html' title='Gheel - La ville des fous -- Per Odensten'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kaMyFpUJxK8/TtOABJ1LpjI/AAAAAAAABS0/mQ8waBjJrRk/s72-c/P1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-158444015587406147</id><published>2011-11-26T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:21:53.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>La chouette -- Ko Un</title><summary type='text'>

Tétradrachme athénien (revers)frappé vers 450-400 av JC(source) 


La chouette en plein jour
ouvre grand les yeux
ne voit rien
Attends !
Ta nuit viendra à coup sûr.



in Ko Un, Qu'est-ce ? poèmes zen, traduit par No Mi-Suk et Alain Génetiot, Maisonneuve et Larose, 2000



En attendant que cette nuit qui devrait voir l'envol de l'oiseau de Minerve cesse de toujours reculer devant les néons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/158444015587406147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/158444015587406147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-chouette-ko-un.html' title='La chouette -- Ko Un'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDjkyCLAde4/TtFJIMat-kI/AAAAAAAABSs/YHE79K7-nrY/s72-c/chouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1352229050829746498</id><published>2011-11-25T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T01:00:53.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>Corrigeons ...</title><summary type='text'>
La citation correcte, avec son auteur :

Je suis couché sur la bat-flanc et tout ce qu'il ya de vivant en moi qui suis à demi-mort, c'est ma foi : l'histoire des hommes, c'est l'histoire de la liberté. L'histoire de toute la vie, depuis l'amibe jusqu'au genre humain, c'est l'histoire de la liberté, le passage d'une moindre liberté à une plus grande liberté, et la vie elle-même est liberté. Cette</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1352229050829746498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1352229050829746498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/corrigeons.html' title='Corrigeons ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2212191690683011973</id><published>2011-11-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:44:04.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Jeszce -- Wisława Szymborska</title><summary type='text'>
W zaplombowanych wagonachjadą krajem imiona,a dokąd tak jechać będą,a czy kiedy wysiędą,nie pytajcie, nie powiem, nie wiem.
Imię Natan bije pięścią w ścianę,imię Izaak śpiewa obłąkane,imię Sara wody woła dla imieniaAaron, które umiera z pragnienia.
Nie skacz w biegu, imię Dawida.Tyś jest imię skazujące na klęskę,nie dawane nikomu, bez domu,do noszenia w tym kraju zbyt ciężkie.
Syn niech imię </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2212191690683011973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2212191690683011973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/jeszce-wisawa-szymborska.html' title='Jeszce -- Wisława Szymborska'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5134999103583927810</id><published>2011-11-19T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:07:52.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Black-Label et autres poèmes -- Léon Gontran Damas (1912-1978)</title><summary type='text'>
Des trois grandes voix fondatrices de la "négritude", celle de Damas reste celle qui ne passe pas ; Damas, Césaire, Senghor partagent une histoire commune dans l'entre-deux guerres et la guerre mais l'après-guerre les sépare : Senghor et Césaire trouvent (symétriquement) leurs places dans le petit théâtre politico-littéraire hexagonal, sans que cela affecte d'ailleurs leur puissance poétique (au</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5134999103583927810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5134999103583927810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-label-leon-gontran-damas-1912.html' title='Black-Label et autres poèmes -- Léon Gontran Damas (1912-1978)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IM6BhFxNLPs/TspLXyiuj2I/AAAAAAAABSA/E109dSqTFXQ/s72-c/P11.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2839975415578052829</id><published>2011-11-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:13:35.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinéma'/><title type='text'>Rétrospective Béla Tarr</title><summary type='text'>
Au Centre Pompidou, dans le cadre du Festival d'Automne (du 29/11/2011 au 02/01/2012).  
Sátántangó (1994, 7h30' de projection)

Béla Tarr ? Tu t'emmerdes en silence, longtemps, très longtemps, tu pestes, tu jures qu'on ne t'y reprendra plus et, des mois plus tard, tu t'aperçois que cela va te nourrir l'âme pour le reste de tes jours.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2839975415578052829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2839975415578052829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/retrospective-bela-tarr.html' title='Rétrospective Béla Tarr'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPBjfJCIKfc/TsgRQePBQQI/AAAAAAAABR4/CIzV-u9Ktrc/s72-c/Tarr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3704081909180720901</id><published>2011-11-16T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:00:02.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Landschaft -- Paul Celan</title><summary type='text'>
Ihr hohen Pappeln - Menschen dieser Erde !Ihr schwarzen Teiche Glücks - ihr spiegelte sie zu Tode !Ich sah Dich, Schwester, stehn in diesem Glanze.

Paysage
  
Vous, grands peupliers - hommes de cette Terre !Vous, noirs étangs du bonheur - vous les avez reflétés jusque dans la mort !Je t'ai vue, ma Sœur, te dresser dans cet éclat.


in Mohn und Gedächtnis (Pavot et mémoire), 1952

Le premier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3704081909180720901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3704081909180720901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/landschaft-paul-celan.html' title='Landschaft -- Paul Celan'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8003669852991608618</id><published>2011-11-13T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:06:28.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinéma'/><title type='text'>The ballad of Genesis and Lady Jaye -- Marie Losier</title><summary type='text'>
The light that shine twice as bright burns half as long

(relevé sur la couverture de In the shadow of the sun,musique de Throbbing Gristle pour un film de Derek Jarman)

COUM Transmission, Throbbing Gristle, Psychic(k) TV, Thee Majesty ... si cela ne vous dit pas grand chose, il est probable que rien ne vous incline a priori à aller voir The ballad of Genesis and Lady Jaye (Marie Losier, avec </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8003669852991608618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8003669852991608618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/ballad-of-genesis-and-lady-jaye-marie.html' title='The ballad of Genesis and Lady Jaye -- Marie Losier'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYo9oXLWs24/TsAmnJUNE9I/AAAAAAAABRw/5fqbRHBBQSY/s72-c/the+ballad+of+genesis+and+lady+jaye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8557263774807345356</id><published>2011-11-11T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:30:10.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>La meule -- Attâr</title><summary type='text'>
Un jour Abou Saïd entra dans un moulin    et, voyant de la meule la rotation ardente,Il resta un moment la contemplant    puis à ses disciples il confia ses pensées :"Cette meule, dit-il, est un bon professeur ;    si le profane est incapable de l'entendre,Elle vient de me dire, à moi, dans son langage :    Regarde tu peux voir en moi le vrai soufi.Si tu sais t'efforcer sur le chemin mystique,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8557263774807345356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8557263774807345356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-meule-attar.html' title='La meule -- Attâr'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3785716934362230249</id><published>2011-11-11T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:42:06.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Trop belle pour être vraie ?</title><summary type='text'>
Une tradition orale que j'ai recueillie à Genève durant les dernières années de la première guerre mondiale veut que Michel Servet ait dit aux juges qui l'avaient condamné au bûcher : "Je brûlerai, mais ceci n'est rien d'autre qu'un fait. Nous continuerons à discuter dans l'éternité." 
(JL Borges, note Art de l'insulte in Histoire de l'éternité) 

Bon ... une "tradition orale", sous la plume de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3785716934362230249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3785716934362230249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/trop-belle-pour-etre-vraie.html' title='Trop belle pour être vraie ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4937568044947633434</id><published>2011-11-10T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:48:44.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>La joie -- Vladimír Holan (1905-1980)</title><summary type='text'>
La joie ! Elle existe. Elle existe réellement. Elle existe vraiment !Mais si pour nous, les "grands", elle n'est plus qu'une tentationincompréhensible comme les derniers mots des agonisants,elle demeure chez les enfants comme un trop-plein de la vie qui vient de naître,comme une profusion qui voudrait bien un tout petit peu vieilliret qui n'y arrivant pas chante, ou simplement s'avoue ...C'est </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4937568044947633434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4937568044947633434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-joie-vladimir-holan-1905-1980.html' title='La joie -- Vladimír Holan (1905-1980)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8451772578001677031</id><published>2011-11-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:20:44.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Abus de confiance -- Jean Tardieu</title><summary type='text'>
J'habite ici une maison en tous points semblable à la mienne : disposition des pièces, odeur du vestibule, meubles, lumière oblique le matin, atténuée à midi, sournoise le soir - tout est pareil, même les allées et les arbres du jardin et cette ancienne porte à demi démolie et les pavés de la cour.
Les heures aussi et les minutes du temps qui passe sont semblables aux heures et aux minutes de ma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8451772578001677031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8451772578001677031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/abus-de-confiance-jean-tardieu.html' title='Abus de confiance -- Jean Tardieu'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7191009415202011221</id><published>2011-11-06T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:53:28.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Un transcental quoi, déjà ?</title><summary type='text'>
«Le budget 2012 sera l'un des plus rigoureux depuis 1945.» 




Certainement soulignée d'un volontaire mouvement de menton, cette fillonade cache bien mal son subliminal, ou plutôt le rend absolument explicite : en dépit des besogneux sous-titres qui la commentent en référence au budget de sortie de guerre de Mongénéral, c'est bien plutôt la regrettable parenthèse ouverte dans l'Œuvre de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7191009415202011221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7191009415202011221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/un-transcental-quoi-deja.html' title='Un transcental quoi, déjà ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cNVF779w2Us/TrbyViENU1I/AAAAAAAABRg/jKRrtHUg0gc/s72-c/R%25C3%25A9volution%2Bnationale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5595699132848530031</id><published>2011-11-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:23:59.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Grèce : juste un "moment" de vérité, un court et fugitif "moment"</title><summary type='text'>

Climate CampLondres, Août 2009autant dire il y a deux siècles ...(source)
Nécessairement court, nécessairement fugitif ...  Non que l'intervention des peuples ne soit pas, et nécessaire, et légitime, par référendum ou par tout autre moyen, au milieu du jeu de massacre qui les concerne au premier chef ; simplement :
Dans le monde réellement renversé, le vrai n'est qu'un moment du faux. (*)
Que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5595699132848530031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5595699132848530031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/grece-juste-un-moment-de-verite-un.html' title='Grèce : juste un &quot;moment&quot; de vérité, un court et fugitif &quot;moment&quot;'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ASDk3E0B3g/TrL3AY1iQnI/AAAAAAAABRU/5jRTJXhcL80/s72-c/280809_marcvallee_climate_camp_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3977814781263321188</id><published>2011-11-02T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:15:22.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>L'arc et le panier -- Pierre Clastres</title><summary type='text'>  De cet essai inclus dans La Société contre l’État (qui vient d'être réédité par Minuit), j'extraie ce passage relatif au langage :

  Pour ce qui est des justes récriminations contre mon usage immodéré de la photocopieuse, voir ici, merci.

Avec le dernier, qui donne son titre à l'ouvrage, L'arc et le panier est sûrement le plus connu des articles de La Société contre l'État. 
Il y a deux </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3977814781263321188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3977814781263321188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/11/larc-et-le-panier-pierre-clastres.html' title='L&apos;arc et le panier -- Pierre Clastres'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YFjSriK0MQ/TrEImRPqSnI/AAAAAAAABQs/D3-t9z7XOFQ/s72-c/Societe+contre+Etat+-+106.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4833265238224104256</id><published>2011-10-30T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T02:22:26.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>(Sam)Hain</title><summary type='text'>
Samhain me remet toujours en mémoire cette énigmatique série de cartes postales que tous les touristes passant par San Pedro de Atacama (ou par tout autre lieu touristique du Chili ; pour moi, ce fut San Pedro) peuvent se procurer, reproductions des photographies de la cérémonie du Hain prises en 1923 par Martin Gusinde, missionnaire et ethnographe.


Kotaix(Martin Gusinde, 1923)

Certaines de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4833265238224104256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4833265238224104256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/samhain.html' title='(Sam)Hain'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AvblclfZjQ/Tq26ISuFnPI/AAAAAAAABQY/0ZWfnn8Ry64/s72-c/SP-0915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1368768132160622709</id><published>2011-10-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:30:08.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='économie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Crackpot realism ...</title><summary type='text'>
... pas facile à traduire cette expression popularisée (introduite, peut-être) par Charles Wright Mills dans The causes of worls war three. "Crackpot", c'est tout à la fois un cinglé et un imposteur qui vous en impose à première vue. Bref, ni le dingo à l'entonnoir ni l'imposteur "raisonnable" mais une détonante combinaison des deux où le talent de l'imposteur consiste à dissimuler son </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1368768132160622709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1368768132160622709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/crackpot-realism.html' title='Crackpot realism ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAefrH_gSJs/TqqWHRZW3lI/AAAAAAAABQM/Pw7H_OVpwJ8/s72-c/Sarkozy+Merkel.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7752750366646455861</id><published>2011-10-26T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:11:36.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Only a little sleep, a little slumber -- Ted Hugues</title><summary type='text'>
And suddenly youHave not a word to say for yourself.
Only a little knife, a small incision,A snickety nick in the brainAnd you drop off, like a polyp.
Only a crumb of fungus,A pulp of mouldry tinderAnd you flare, fluttering, black-out like a firework.
Who are you, in the nest among the bones ?You are the shyest bird among the birds.
"I am the last of my kind."  




Un léger somme seulement, un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7752750366646455861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7752750366646455861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-little-sleep-little-slumber-ted.html' title='Only a little sleep, a little slumber -- Ted Hugues'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1590800961257127265</id><published>2011-10-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:18:55.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Birthday Letters -- Ted Hugues (1930-1998)</title><summary type='text'>
BadlandsTheodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota,qui est le cadre du poème Badlands (source)

J'ai toujours eu du mal avec la poésie du géant Ted Hugues ; son panthéisme cruel, la sauvagerie inquiétante de l'image obsessionnelle des couples bourreau / victime ou proie / prédateur m'étaient, me sont toujours trop étrangers. Ainsi, en dépit des nombreuses recommandations qui m'ont été faites</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1590800961257127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1590800961257127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-letters-ted-hugues.html' title='Birthday Letters -- Ted Hugues (1930-1998)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9gQQ8tzQcMM/TqcjSGyGHQI/AAAAAAAABQE/r_HtIwpYD0A/s72-c/Badlands+Formations%252C+Theodore+Roosevelt+National+Park%252C+North+Dakota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-6642542284230148052</id><published>2011-10-25T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:00:48.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>L'audible festival ...</title><summary type='text'>
... c'était trois jours de musique concrète / électroacoustique, le week-end dernier.


Organisé par les Instants Chavirés (de Montreuil) au théâtre de l’Échangeur (de Bagnolet) ; programmation de Jérôme Noetinger (de Metamkine, de Revue et Corrigée, de Grenoble); projection par Jérôme Noetinger, eRikm et Olivier Lamarche.

Beaucoup de belles pièces, en particulier la projection par eRikm des </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6642542284230148052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6642542284230148052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/laudible-festival.html' title='L&apos;audible festival ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y89XaiAjkCY/TqZk7L00N-I/AAAAAAAABP8/nAPd4RjEWoQ/s72-c/flyer_audible_festival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1739676091471484426</id><published>2011-10-24T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:54:37.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Sergey Kuryokhin (1954-1996) et Popular Mechanics - Сергей Курёхин и Поп Механика</title><summary type='text'>


Enregistré le 1er février 1987 par la télévision russe ; patient démontage / remontage public de quelques-uns des mille et un mécanismes de Popular Mechanics. Risqué et brillantissime ... à voir même pour ceux qui zapperont les questions / réponses (en russe ... évidemment !).


"Avant-garde est un mot creux", Sergey Letov

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1739676091471484426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1739676091471484426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/sergey-kuryokhin-1954-1996-et-popular.html' title='Sergey Kuryokhin (1954-1996) et Popular Mechanics - Сергей Курёхин и Поп Механика'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j5RV7-KWNxo/TqVTwiFM7MI/AAAAAAAABP0/coJBRkI4IrE/s72-c/Popular+Mechanics.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-6560769978122802275</id><published>2011-10-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:04:54.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Et pendant ce temps-là, en Grèce ...</title><summary type='text'>
Grève générale ... : 
 RUPTUREAUTOGESTIONSOLIDARITÉ 
... et humour ravageur :
Vous auriez pu confondre les Papandreou avec les Karamanlis ou les Mitsotakis ... 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6560769978122802275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6560769978122802275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/et-pendant-ce-temps-la-en-grece.html' title='Et pendant ce temps-là, en Grèce ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4-gx-ONuOM/Tp3nVXzDMtI/AAAAAAAABPk/fRrWdJwHhtA/s72-c/Grece+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-9112424598019674414</id><published>2011-10-18T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:33:30.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Après beaucoup d'années -- Philippe Jaccottet</title><summary type='text'>
Les événements du monde, depuis des années, autour de nous, proches ou lointains - mais plus rien n'est vraiment lointain, du moins en un sens, si plus rien n'est proche non plus -, l'Histoire : c'est comme si des montagnes au pied desquelles nous vivrions se fissuraient, étaient ébranlées ; qu'ici ou là, même, nous en ayons vu des pans s'écrouler; comme si la terre allait sombrer. 
Or, quant à </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/9112424598019674414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/9112424598019674414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/apres-beaucoup-dannees-philippe.html' title='Après beaucoup d&apos;années -- Philippe Jaccottet'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4522511087933064747</id><published>2011-10-18T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T04:15:11.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>La faute à Kusama ...</title><summary type='text'>


... petit flashback sur une partie de ma bande-son à l'époque où j'ai croisé pour la première fois ses polka dots !


Into dust -- Mazzy star(sur l'album So Tonight That I Might See (1993))
Still falling Breathless and on again Inside today Inside me today Around broken in two Til your eyes share into dust Like two strangers turning into dust Til my hand shook with the weight of fear 
I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4522511087933064747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4522511087933064747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-faute-kusama.html' title='La faute à Kusama ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3769625214451061332</id><published>2011-10-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:08:19.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peinture'/><title type='text'>Rétrospective Yayoi Kusama au Centre Pompidou</title><summary type='text'>


Untitled (1952)
MoMA, New York


Depuis son retour au début des années 90, Kusama n'a guère quitté le devant de la scène. Au-delà de son obsession pour le motif à pois ("polka dots"), on connaît bien maintenant les images de ses performances des années 60, ses accumulations, ses étonnantes sculptures textiles qui évoquent irrésistiblement son exacte contemporaine Louise Bourgeois, ses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3769625214451061332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3769625214451061332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/retrospective-yayoi-kusama-au-centre.html' title='Rétrospective Yayoi Kusama au Centre Pompidou'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbi1DA3GW2I/TpwGtZWhmBI/AAAAAAAABPU/_3_whzObnMk/s72-c/Kusama%2B-%2BUntitled%2B-%2BMoMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-6187793647953120062</id><published>2011-10-17T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:09:09.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>La source souterraine -- Jean-Bertrand Pontalis</title><summary type='text'>
Capacité d'aimer (Freud), capacité de rêver (Winnicott), capacité dépressive (Fédida), dans tout cela je vois une même origine : le creux (je préfère ce mot à celui de "manque" devenu l'objet d'un véritable culte).C'est seulement quand on consent à s'approcher de ce creux, de ce silence, puis à s'enfoncer en lui au risque de frôler l'abîme, mais avec l'espoir d'y trouver une source souterraine, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6187793647953120062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6187793647953120062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-source-souterraine-jean-bertrand.html' title='La source souterraine -- Jean-Bertrand Pontalis'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2936416302023124799</id><published>2011-10-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:36:49.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Bien des pas -- TT</title><summary type='text'>

Louise BourgeoisThe welcoming handsParis, Jardin des Tuileries



Les icônes furent couchées en terre, face vers le ciel,et la terre fut tasséepar des roues, des souliers, par des centaines de pas,les pas pesants de milliers d'incrédules.
Je descendis en rêve dans un bassin souterrain,     fluorescent,une messe tumultueuse.Quel immense désir ! Quel stupide espoir !Et là-haut, le piétinement de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2936416302023124799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2936416302023124799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/bien-des-pas-tt.html' title='Bien des pas -- TT'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--NYNqWbkP_8/TpNWi0xjSrI/AAAAAAAABPM/U6UHRUDC30M/s72-c/Bourgeois%2B-%2BWelcoming%2Bhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5837611720444412164</id><published>2011-10-03T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:14:38.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Revue et Corrigée, n°89</title><summary type='text'>

Cornelius CardewTreatise, pp 94-115


Le nouveau numéro est arrivé ; au sommaire, entre autres, un article qui questionne l'approche de la "légendaire" partition graphique Treatise de Cornelius Cardew par une dizaine d'interprètes (depuis les "classiques" John Tilbury - qui aurait pu éviter de renvoyer à son livre tous les cinq matins - et Keith Rowe (un excellent entretien ici) à Jean-Marc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5837611720444412164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5837611720444412164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/revue-et-corrigee-n89.html' title='Revue et Corrigée, n°89'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOeVZnS-NAo/ToohvpT2X6I/AAAAAAAABO8/IuMAVfFCrHg/s72-c/Cardew+-+Treatise+94-115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3334229466114313562</id><published>2011-10-03T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T05:20:52.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Lenz -- Georg Büchner (1813-1837)</title><summary type='text'>



Juste les deux premières pages, en allemand, puis en français ; cela devrait suffire à vous persuader de vous ruer sur la trentaine de pages suivantes :




Den  20. Jänner ging Lenz durchs Gebirg. Die Gipfel und hohen Bergflächen   im Schnee, die Täler hinunter graues Gestein, grüne Flächen, Felsen und   Tannen. Es  war naßkalt; das Wasser rieselte die Felsen hinunter und sprang  über  den </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3334229466114313562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3334229466114313562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/lenz-georg-buchner-1813-1837.html' title='Lenz -- Georg Büchner (1813-1837)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MlzKdPhqpw/TomnQI5vPwI/AAAAAAAABO0/2PTl0MvK9-Y/s72-c/Lenz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4688896904521847063</id><published>2011-10-02T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:59:46.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='économie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>We are the 99%</title><summary type='text'>
We are the 99 percent. We are getting kicked out of our homes. We are  forced to choose between groceries and rent. We are denied quality  medical care. We are suffering from environmental pollution. We are  working long hours for little pay and no rights, if we're working at  all. We are getting nothing while the other 1 percent is getting  everything. We are the 99 percent. 

Brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4688896904521847063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4688896904521847063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-are-99.html' title='We are the 99%'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-9104518810042524165</id><published>2011-09-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:14:08.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Nets -- Jen Bervin</title><summary type='text'>
"I stripped Shakespeare's sonnets bare to the "nets" to make the space of the poems open, porous, possible - a divergent elsewhere. when we write poems, the history of poetry is with us, pre-inscribed in the white of the page ; when we read or write poems, we do it with or against this palimpsest.", écrit Jen Bervin à la fin du volume.
Illustration, avec le deuxième sonnet (qui est le premier de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/9104518810042524165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/9104518810042524165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/nets-jen-bervin.html' title='Nets -- Jen Bervin'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5119782059333496010</id><published>2011-09-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:36:26.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>"Le froid augmente avec la clarté." -- Thomas Bernhard (1931-1989)</title><summary type='text'>
Mesdames et messieurs,
Je ne saurais m'en tenir au conte évoquant les musiciens de votre ville ; je n'en veux rien raconter ; je ne veux pas chanter ; je ne veux pas prêcher, mais une chose est vraie : le temps des contes est terminé, les contes des villes et les contes des États et tous les contes scientifiques ; celui des contes philosophiques aussi ; il n'y a plus de monde des esprits, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5119782059333496010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5119782059333496010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-froid-augmente-avec-la-clarte-thomas.html' title='&quot;Le froid augmente avec la clarté.&quot; -- Thomas Bernhard (1931-1989)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8204444677853106495</id><published>2011-09-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T06:06:54.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='économie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Economistes en guerre contre les chômeurs -- Laurent Cordonnier</title><summary type='text'>
Cet article paru en Décembre 2006 dans Le Monde diplomatique est repris dans L'art d'ignorer les pauvres (aux éditions Les liens qui libèrent / Le Monde diplomatique) avec deux autres textes, celui de John Kenneth Galbraith qui donne son titre au livre et une version pas tout à fait intégrale de la Modeste proposition sur les enfants pauvres d'Irlande de Jonathan Swift, qui date, la version </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8204444677853106495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8204444677853106495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/economistes-en-guerre-contre-les.html' title='Economistes en guerre contre les chômeurs -- Laurent Cordonnier'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-17lldmdAo/ToBi7sOLtuI/AAAAAAAABOs/PrfqRa5qG8A/s72-c/big-society-vs-cuts.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8947620066236593410</id><published>2011-09-25T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T05:17:00.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Enfilades et ricochets</title><summary type='text'>
Les paysages d'hiver de Philippe Jaccottet m'ont promené dans ma bibliothèque : l'hiver, la neige, la douleur ... Lenz de Georg Büchner, bien sûr !
Et de Lenz on passe naturellement à L'entretien dans la montagne en suivant les pistes qu'offrent Paul Celan lui-même (Le méridien, discours prononcé à l'occasion de la remise du prix Büchner) et Jean-Pierre Lefebvre, son traducteur ; idée lumineuse,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8947620066236593410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8947620066236593410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/enfilades-et-ricochets.html' title='Enfilades et ricochets'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-832581883198452001</id><published>2011-09-25T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:18:24.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>Des Copé au cul qui se perdent ...</title><summary type='text'>
- Allo, ouais, c'est Brice, là.- ...- Ouais, parce que cela commence à balancer sec, là.- ...-Dis, Thierry, pourquoi tu tousses ?
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/832581883198452001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/832581883198452001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/des-cope-au-cul-qui-se-perdent.html' title='Des Copé au cul qui se perdent ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2039772559574106661</id><published>2011-09-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:51:24.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>A la lumière de l'hiver -- Philippe Jaccottet</title><summary type='text'>
Zao Wou Ki : Vent(Beaubourg)

Ce recueil porte au plus haut le si galvaudé "travail de deuil" ; un recueil à l'atmosphère parfois si pesante qu'y progresser est difficile, qui se recroqueville parfois aux limites de la catatonie pour parvenir toujours à finalement se redéployer vers la lumière.
Un court exemple qui illustre ce mouvement en quelques lignes :

"Oui, oui, c'est vrai, j'ai vu la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2039772559574106661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2039772559574106661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-lumiere-de-lhiver-philippe-jaccottet.html' title='A la lumière de l&apos;hiver -- Philippe Jaccottet'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RliTb975njc/TntJr7i0mpI/AAAAAAAABOk/JZLNWlNad7g/s72-c/Zao+Wou-Ki+-+Vent.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7562515857177329033</id><published>2011-09-21T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T03:06:51.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Le mot joie -- Philippe Jaccottet</title><summary type='text'>
Je me souviens qu'un été récent, alors que je marchais une fois de plus dans la campagne, le mot joie, comme traverse parfois le ciel un oiseau que l'on attendait pas et que l'on identifie pas aussitôt, m'est passé par l'esprit et m'a donné, lui aussi, de l'étonnement. Je crois que d'abord, une rime est venue lui faire écho, le mot soie ; non pas tout à fait arbitrairement, parce que le ciel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7562515857177329033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7562515857177329033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-mot-joie-philippe-jaccottet.html' title='Le mot joie -- Philippe Jaccottet'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4470147405452497449</id><published>2011-09-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T01:04:20.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>Six Provocations for Big Data -- danah boyd, Kate Crawford</title><summary type='text'>  Obesity Is ‘Socially Contagious,’ Study Finds
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A social network map of 2,200 people,             the largest group of connected individuals in the Framingham  Heart Study, in the year 2000. Each circle represents one person, and the size of each circle is proportional to that person's body-mass index  (BMI). Yellow circles indicate people who are considered medically  obese and green</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4470147405452497449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4470147405452497449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-provocations-for-big-data-danah.html' title='Six Provocations for Big Data -- danah boyd, Kate Crawford'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L1UDiRw0bHg/TnmJGlDbusI/AAAAAAAABOg/FMu7MWkiyz8/s72-c/Obesity+is+contagious+-+Socialnetworkmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5273584611871774373</id><published>2011-09-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:31:52.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>A toutes fins utiles :</title><summary type='text'>
"Le 7 septembre, le recteur de l’Université d’Etat de la ville de Tyumen   Gennady Chebotarev, a signé un décret sur le licenciement de   l’enseignant de l’UFR de traduction et de la traductologie, docteur en   sciences philologiques Koutouzov Andrey. Andrey, anarchiste, membre du   mouvement « Action autonome » (AD), a été condamné, ce printemps, à une   peine de deux ans avec sursis suite à l’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5273584611871774373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5273584611871774373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/toutes-fins-utiles.html' title='A toutes fins utiles :'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LURnJYiF5js/Tnj5TAXv0WI/AAAAAAAABOc/07l1HCb0HrA/s72-c/andrei_kutuzov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-5650114535771097947</id><published>2011-09-19T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:10:25.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>Enfin une médaille d'or !</title><summary type='text'>
"Qui a téléphoné ou envoyé un mail à qui, quand, d’où, pendant combien  de temps? Accéder au contenu des télécommunications, c’est bien, mais  plutôt encadré, et donc compliqué à obtenir. Accéder au contenant de ces  mêmes télécommunications, c’est beaucoup plus facile, et souvent tout  aussi parlant.
 
La preuve : avec 514 813 demandes d’accès en 2009 aux données de  trafic conservées par les </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5650114535771097947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/5650114535771097947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/enfin-une-medaille-dor.html' title='Enfin une médaille d&apos;or !'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-6400493575660534152</id><published>2011-09-17T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:43:54.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='économie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Ovis œconomica</title><summary type='text'>

Le bon pasteur(mosaïque du mausolée de Galla Placidia, Ravenne)


C'est officiel, il n'y a qu'à lire, écouter, regarder : Homo œconomicus n'était qu'un vil imposteur et nos chiens de garde l'ont enfin "confusément" reconnu. Dissimulant ses traits bestiaux sous les dehors (guère plus engageants ... mais ceci n'engage que moi) d'un puissant simulateur résolvant en temps réel des problèmes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6400493575660534152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6400493575660534152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/ovis-conomicus.html' title='Ovis œconomica'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLicEKqUSnM/TnZTvy_QwEI/AAAAAAAABOM/LkUtQZPXAAo/s72-c/Bon-Pasteur-Ravenne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2465067676960385645</id><published>2011-09-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:00:01.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>L'Europe désire ... -- Marquis de Sade (1977-1981)</title><summary type='text'>
Le cabinet du Dr CaligariFriedrich Wilhelm Murnau

Conrad Veidt
Todesangst und Todesraserei erfülte die StadtSo gehe am einem Kreuzwegund rühfe an dreimalConrad Veidt...
L'acide oxydent (*) corrode le temps, l'homme observe les souriresCrispés sur les dents des silhouettes/épiderme sec/fixées surUne esquisse de Klimt mais...Conrad Veidt danseLes cris disséqués dans d'épais catalogues, les lèvres</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2465067676960385645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2465067676960385645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/leurope-desire-marquis-de-sade-1977.html' title='L&apos;Europe désire ... -- Marquis de Sade (1977-1981)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j27Cn-CN48g/TnUE2FlFL5I/AAAAAAAABOE/oQV40HEWOkk/s72-c/cabinet-du-dr-caligari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3369683343853749835</id><published>2011-09-15T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:27:05.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Vergers -- Rainer Maria Rilke</title><summary type='text'>



Vues des Anges, les cimes des arbres peut-êtresont des racines, buvant les cieux ;et dans le sol, les profondes racines d'un hêtreleur semblent des faîtes silencieux.
Pour eux, la terre, n'est-elle point transparenteen face d'un ciel, plein comme un corps ?Cette terre ardente, où se lamenteauprès des sources l'oubli des morts.

(Vergers est paru en 1926 à la NRF dans le même volume que Les </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3369683343853749835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3369683343853749835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/vergers-rainer-maria-rilke.html' title='Vergers -- Rainer Maria Rilke'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N5903BMeN4k/TnJi5NnBs-I/AAAAAAAABN0/WPzGGPuggwM/s72-c/racines-au-ciel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7562521959715701318</id><published>2011-09-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:11:09.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>De la rigueur de la science -- Jorge Luis Borgès</title><summary type='text'>



... En cet Empire, l'Art de la Cartographie fut poussé à une telle Perfection que la Carte d'une seule Province occupait toute une Ville et la Carte de l'Empire toute une Province. Avec le temps, ces Cartes Démesurées cessèrent de donner satisfaction et les Collèges Cartographiques levèrent une Carte de l'Empire, qui avait le Format de l'Empire et qui coïncidait avec lui, point par </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7562521959715701318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7562521959715701318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-la-rigueur-de-la-science-jorge-luis.html' title='De la rigueur de la science -- Jorge Luis Borgès'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvp4JpTlHfk/TnESEAyAppI/AAAAAAAABNs/pH7SUVQ4GEY/s72-c/chinae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8418195612538803673</id><published>2011-09-07T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:21:54.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Georges Schehadé (1905-1989)</title><summary type='text'>
Peter ZupnikLe jardin magique 


Poésies II - XVIII
Nous reviendrons corps de cendre ou de rosiersAvec l’œil cet animal charmantO colombePrès des puits de bronze où de lointainsSoleils sont couchés
Puis nous reprendrons notre courbe et nos pasSous les fontaines sans eau de la luneO colombeLà où les grandes solitudes mangent la pierre
Les nuits et les jours perdent leurs ombres par milliersLe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8418195612538803673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8418195612538803673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/georges-schehade-1905-1989.html' title='Georges Schehadé (1905-1989)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hcMSRMPgV4Q/TmfQhv__EqI/AAAAAAAABNo/cqVNPIpismc/s72-c/Zupnik+-+Le+jardin+magique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3082323295401894155</id><published>2011-09-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:05:06.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Ein weißes Schloß in weißer Einsamkeit -- Rainer Maria Rilke</title><summary type='text'>

Le château de Duino
(dont il n'est pas question ci-dessous !)



Ein weißes Schloß in weißer Einsamkeit.
In blanken Sälen schleichen leise Schauer.
Todkrank krallt das Gerank sich an die Mauer,
und alle Wege weltwärts sind verschneit.

Darüber hängt der Himmel brach und breit.
Es blinkt das Schloß. Und längs den weißen Wänden
hilft sich die Sehnsucht fort mit irren Händen ...
Die Uhren stehn im</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3082323295401894155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3082323295401894155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/ein-weies-schlo-in-weier-einsamkeit.html' title='Ein weißes Schloß in weißer Einsamkeit -- Rainer Maria Rilke'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hUCZD6VNNI/TmZx0B8yZlI/AAAAAAAABNc/3p71ZEc3q9w/s72-c/Duino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3423907924813950297</id><published>2011-09-05T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T03:51:02.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><title type='text'>Le pays enchanté où fleurit Probabilitas realis ...</title><summary type='text'>
Alice au pays des merveilles
There is no way, however, in which the individual can avoid the burden of responsibility for his own evaluations. The key cannot be found that will unlock the enchanted garden, wherein, among the fairy-rings and the shrubs of magic wands, beneath the trees laden with monads and noumena, blossom forth the flowers of Probabilitas realis. With these fabulous blooms </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3423907924813950297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3423907924813950297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-pays-enchante-ou-fleurit.html' title='Le pays enchanté où fleurit &lt;i&gt;Probabilitas realis&lt;/i&gt; ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qaEcOFhugOM/TmU1Y5PqgDI/AAAAAAAABNY/RAEDP8OZ26s/s72-c/Alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1670749908093487415</id><published>2011-09-05T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:45:12.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Han Shan</title><summary type='text'>
Han Shan et Shih-te
Kaiho Yusho
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ma maison est au pied d'une falaise verte
le jardin, un fouillis d'herbes que je n'arrache plus
les jeunes rameaux de glycine pendent en s'enroulant
des rochers antiques se dressent, abrupts
les fruits de la montagne, les singes les cueillent
les poissons de l'étang, de leur bec les hérons blancs s'en emparent
les écrits des immortels, un livre ou deux,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1670749908093487415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1670749908093487415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/han-shan.html' title='Han Shan'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gt2W_YZlus0/TmSTEnAXnEI/AAAAAAAABNU/ZzxS8V7sOkc/s72-c/Kaihoku+Yusho+-+Han+Shan+et+Shih-te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2646454880668593052</id><published>2011-09-03T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:46:52.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Passant sur la montagne Lang ya -- Wei Ying wu (737-792)</title><summary type='text'>
Kouan t'ong(source, indispensable !)



un portail en pierre, dans la neige nulle trace  dans la vallée des pins, fumée figée, multiples parfums  des restes de nourriture distribués dans la cour, dans le froid les oiseaux descendent  sa robe déchirée pend à un arbre, le vieux moine est mort





Un Dormeur du val en quatre vers par un T'ang "atypique" !



Wei Ying wu à quinze ans était déjà </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2646454880668593052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2646454880668593052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/09/passant-sur-la-montagne-lang-ya-wei.html' title='Passant sur la montagne Lang ya -- Wei Ying wu (737-792)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbujykRYp68/TmKQEtLASvI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GSSvJ8PwNaI/s72-c/kouan-tong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1446784045420417939</id><published>2011-08-30T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T03:45:27.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Partie perdue -- Pierre Reverdy</title><summary type='text'> 
Josep Grau-Garriga (1929-2011)Esperanza

Dans le détour qui nous engage à peineLa dédicace d'un sourireUne maille de l'autre lienJamais perduSoulève la chair qui respireRetins le souffle dans ta mainUne aile palpite à ma tempeJe pars demainEt dans le train bleu qui dérailleLe feuillage des souvenirsLa lampe plus basse que la nuitUne rancune inconsolableC'est tout dans le calcul des songesMentir</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1446784045420417939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1446784045420417939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/partie-perdue-pierre-reverdy.html' title='Partie perdue -- Pierre Reverdy'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaraPj5GF-8/Tly89Jkd58I/AAAAAAAABNI/NBP3jvM4DaQ/s72-c/Grau+Garriga+-+Esperanza+-+peinture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-9028679084605334042</id><published>2011-08-29T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:43:27.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>La parole -- Pierre Reverdy</title><summary type='text'>
Jacob Aue Sobol(découvert via Le Clown Lyrique)

Si la lumière s'éteint, tu restes seul devant la nuit. Et ce sont tes yeux ouverts qui t'éclairent.
Du jardin, montent des bruits que tu n'écoutes pas. De la rouille des feuilles et des branches, l'eau court jusqu'au matin, et elle change de voix. Et, tout à coup, tu penses au portrait blanc qu'encadre la fenêtre. Mais personne ne passe et ne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/9028679084605334042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/9028679084605334042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-parole-pierre-reverdy.html' title='La parole -- Pierre Reverdy'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuPEQUxrf7I/Tlv4f_-aNaI/AAAAAAAABNE/F6zNGcc2qao/s72-c/Jacob%2BAue%2BSobol%2B-%2BSab-56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-3808046028458421188</id><published>2011-08-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T13:53:56.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>La bourgeoisie comme société anonyme -- Roland Barthes</title><summary type='text'>
Pièce montéeDenys Granier-Deferre (2009)



in Le mythe aujourd'hui, seconde partie de Mythologies (1957)

(...)
Quels que soient les accidents, les compromis, les concessions et les aventures politiques, quels que soient les changements techniques, économiques ou même sociaux que l'histoire nous apporte, notre société et encore une société bourgeoise. Je n'ignore pas que depuis 1789, ne France,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3808046028458421188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/3808046028458421188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-bourgeoisie-comme-societe-anonyme-1.html' title='La bourgeoisie comme société anonyme -- Roland Barthes'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b276FrXHRKQ/TldjF5LBvyI/AAAAAAAABM8/WLIcStX4EJM/s72-c/Pi%25C3%25A8ce+mont%25C3%25A9e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-6178401961640759746</id><published>2011-08-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:30:33.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><title type='text'>Arrêt ...</title><summary type='text'>

RembrandtPhilosophe en méditation (1632)Musée du Louvre, Paris



Si nous arrêtons tout mouvement,Du repos viendra l’activité.

Seng-ts'an (Sosan),


troisième patriache chinois, dans l'unique texte qui lui soit (traditionnellement) attribué, le Hsin Hsin Min (Shinjinmei), traduit et commenté par Philippe Coupey dans Le ventre du dragon (chez Deux versants).

Une traduction anglaise en ligne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6178401961640759746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/6178401961640759746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/arret.html' title='Arrêt ...'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9k2R0TREaE/TlVQwtBbHVI/AAAAAAAABM4/u9mRCvLkKWI/s72-c/rembrandt_philosopher_in_meditation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-911367443356968250</id><published>2011-08-23T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:14:46.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidéo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



Atlantis - Chemical Educator
from handstitched* on Vimeo.

Les autres morceaux et vidéos valent aussi le détour ! Découvert via l'excellent Foxy Digitalis.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/911367443356968250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/911367443356968250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/atlantis-chemical-educator-from.html' title=''/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7723970726264621371</id><published>2011-08-23T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T04:48:59.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Les civilisés vous dépèceront en souriant -- Derrick Jensen</title><summary type='text'>
Zdzisław Beksiński (1929-2005)1983
Vous voulez vraiment voir la haine ? Vous voulez vraiment voir la violence ? Contrecarrez le projet des civilisés. Faites les taire. Stoppez leur destruction de la planète.Les civilisés vous dépèceront en souriant.
Extrait de Endgame (2006) de Derrick Jensen.
Quelques extraits, de ce livre et d'autres, ici.A écouter aussi, ici, pour les anglophones, et à lire, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7723970726264621371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7723970726264621371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/ils-vous-depeceront-en-souriant-derrick.html' title='Les civilisés vous dépèceront en souriant -- Derrick Jensen'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2S0BqHteYU/TlOTSGjm_JI/AAAAAAAABMw/5V7jcbZi174/s72-c/zdzislaw_beksinski_1983_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8009039282578362346</id><published>2011-08-23T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T03:34:46.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divers'/><title type='text'>Inside Fukushima -- Kazuma Obara</title><summary type='text'>


Quelques images d'un reportage non autorisé de Kazuma Obara sur le site de la centrale de Fukushima, ici.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8009039282578362346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8009039282578362346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/inside-fukushima-kazuma-obara.html' title='Inside Fukushima -- Kazuma Obara'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvat5iVTwW4/TlOAhiApJ_I/AAAAAAAABMs/Gx82dz3-OXU/s72-c/Fukushima.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4310551543723102380</id><published>2011-08-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:45:02.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Shoplifters of the World Unite -- Slavoj Žižek</title><summary type='text'>





But one should also avoid the temptation of the narcissism of the  lost cause: it’s too easy to admire the sublime beauty of uprisings  doomed to fail. Today’s left faces the problem of ‘determinate  negation’: what new order should replace the old one after the uprising,  when the sublime enthusiasm of the first moment is over? In this  context, the manifesto of the Spanish indignados, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4310551543723102380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4310551543723102380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoplifters-of-world-unite-slavoj-zizek.html' title='Shoplifters of the World Unite -- Slavoj Žižek'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl3mPoRHef8/TlKvh9ZHheI/AAAAAAAABMc/Xwo0CCR3SS4/s72-c/London%2Briots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-4066152196595292578</id><published>2011-08-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:05:55.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Sun Ra (1914 - 1993)</title><summary type='text'>
Loin de moi la prétention de connaître ne fût-ce qu'une faible partie de l'impressionnante discographie de Sun Ra et de son Arkestra ... je viens seulement de réécouter le disque qui m'a révélé leur existence, disque que j'avais acheté sur sa curieuse mine (un détail du Jardin des délices de Bosch en couverture, c'est une rareté, même au rayon free jazz !) ; ce devait être en 1975 ... deux faces</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4066152196595292578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/4066152196595292578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/sun-ra-1914-1993.html' title='Sun Ra (1914 - 1993)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDrcQ1gbFCA/Tk1vUudX9hI/AAAAAAAABMU/9HxpthHysJ4/s72-c/Sun%2BRa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-7348364082676511517</id><published>2011-08-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:16:40.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Effondrement moral ... vous avez dit moral ?</title><summary type='text'>
Encore un joli tableautin tiré d'une étude des Nations-Unies de 2007 ; cette étude est disponible dans son intégralité ici.




En agrandissant un peu, vous y trouverez un classement des principaux pays de l'OCDE pour le bien-être des enfants, classement global et ventilé sur les six axes de l'enquête : bien-être matériel, santé et sécurité, éducation, relation familiales, comportements et </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7348364082676511517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/7348364082676511517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/effondrement-moral-vous-avez-dit-moral.html' title='Effondrement moral ... vous avez dit moral ?'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M59FQrofvlc/Tk0cNN1pQ2I/AAAAAAAABME/AKcl02s6lIQ/s72-c/UN_child_wellbeing_2007.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-1252253381359046365</id><published>2011-08-18T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:18:17.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Le déshonneur des poètes -- Benjamin Péret (1899-1959)</title><summary type='text'>
On se souvient trop de ce court texte pour la critique assassine d'Aragon (*) et d'Eluard, moins de Pierre Emmanuel ou Loys Masson, bien oubliés, et pas assez pour la position que Benjamin Péret y revendique pour la poésie.





Si l'on cherche la signification originelle de la poésie, aujourd'hui dissimulée sous les mille oripeaux de la société, on constate qu'elle est le véritable souffle de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1252253381359046365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/1252253381359046365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/le-deshonneur-des-poetes-benjamin-peret.html' title='Le déshonneur des poètes -- Benjamin Péret (1899-1959)'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EN1omdbQX2E/Tkz6NAPiYUI/AAAAAAAABMA/f1NrVYR-QwM/s72-c/Cassandre+-+Dubonnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-2843382596093676797</id><published>2011-08-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T04:46:39.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='économie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politique'/><title type='text'>Asymptotiquement ... le NARRR</title><summary type='text'>
Bonne formule d'un commentateur du blog de PJ :
Ce qui est laid c’est le système : Des esclaves asiatiques au service des chômeurs occidentaux…







C'est une fort bonne description de l'état asymptotique du miroir aux alouettes dont on nous a tant rebattu les oreilles sous le nom d' "économie de la connaissance" ; pour faire vite, la production, ça se fait avec les mains, c'est sale, c'est </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2843382596093676797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/2843382596093676797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/asymptotiquement-le-narrr.html' title='Asymptotiquement ... le NARRR'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aarzj7nYDEc/TkuqWZp7eLI/AAAAAAAABL4/RQ-vORdurZ4/s72-c/poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8282870974818098248</id><published>2011-08-10T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:22:23.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Guerres -- Alexandre Yterce</title><summary type='text'>
Alexandre YterceRegard III



Parce que finalement on ne sera pas à Futura cette année, on recommande Guerres d'Alexandre Yterce (CD Motus) dont est extraite la pièce Almagonie - Agonie qui clôturera le festival.
Yterce la présente ainsi :
ALMAGONIE - AGONIE
[Les sept paroles en croix] J'ai voulu que chaque son, accord, bruit sonne comme une déclaration déchirée, emporte tout sur son passage, ce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8282870974818098248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8282870974818098248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/guerres-alexandre-yterce.html' title='Guerres -- Alexandre Yterce'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgepW0fXLs8/TkLnRhm5hhI/AAAAAAAABLw/m3R0WLeVRvc/s72-c/Yterce%2B-%2BRegard%2BIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7524071740822147401.post-8316297538952240691</id><published>2011-08-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:03:45.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poésie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='littérature'/><title type='text'>Lectures du vent -- Silvia Baron Supervielle</title><summary type='text'>
Paru en 1988 chez Corti, c'est aujourd'hui encore mon recueil préféré de Silvia Baron Supervielle ; un recueil qui commence dans un murmure :

à moins quela quêtedu lierren'étranglel'arbreexistant

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la vibrationme retient
à la surfaced'une notedisparue

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ce qu'on entendsans trêveparler au fondde soi muetcrève soudainla terre dupapier



pour enfler lentement ainsi :



si nulle couleur ne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8316297538952240691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7524071740822147401/posts/default/8316297538952240691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexiconangel.blogspot.com/2011/08/lectures-du-vent-silvia-baron.html' title='Lectures du vent -- Silvia Baron Supervielle'/><author><name>kernel space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12447262997045995676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6_BAR5pMDqE/SoK_BKCgnLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1M0JJKD0MWw/S220/LS+-+003.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
