{"id":3729,"date":"2008-04-07T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-06T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.muchomaas.com\/salive-d-encre-andree-appercelle3729\/"},"modified":"2008-04-07T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-04-06T22:00:00","slug":"salive-d-encre-andree-appercelle3729","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/?p=3729","title":{"rendered":"salive d&#8217;encre\/ Andr\u00e9e Appercelle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>L&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9 du rosier commence en juin et finit en octobre. Andr\u00e9e Appercelle crie les mots d&#8217;un \u00e9t\u00e9 de d\u00e9sir et plaisir avec la rage d&#8217;une passion illimit\u00e9e, aux accents d&#8217;h\u00e9ro\u00efne de trag\u00e9die :<em> \u00ab Je meurs de toi\/ tout me manque \u00bb. \u00absalive d&#8217;encre\/ sur ma bouche\/ les mots coulent\/ sur ma br\u00fblure de toi \u00bb <\/em>, la chair des mots,  le bonheur parfait des sens, habill\u00e9 de splendides impudeurs, ne cachent pas une sorte de second plan au parfum de danger ind\u00e9fini, de peur de la fin, de menace de s\u00e9paration. Et c&#8217;est dans cet espace-l\u00e0 que s&#8217;instille le poison de la po\u00e9sie. Les mots sont pos\u00e9s \u00e0 fleur de peau, de cette peau noire, infiniment caress\u00e9e, arros\u00e9e de tendresse et de sentirs cannibales :<em> \u00ab sentir entre\/ mes dents\/ ta chair\/ la d\u00e9guster\/ la m\u00e2cher\/ me nourrir\/ de ton corps\/ jusqu&#8217;\u00e0\/ sa chute\/ d\u00e9finitive\/ en moi \u00bb <\/em>.  Quelle audace, ce petit livre o\u00f9 Eros et Tanathos font la loi&#8230; <\/p>\n<p>J.M.<\/p>\n<p><strong> Andr\u00e9e Appercelle <\/strong>,<em> Soleil noir ta peau (l&#8217;Et\u00e9 d&#8217;un rosier) <\/em>, Le Temps des Cerises, 10e<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>L&#8217;\u00e9t\u00e9 du rosier commence en juin et finit en octobre. Andr\u00e9e Appercelle crie les mots d&#8217;un \u00e9t\u00e9 de d\u00e9sir et plaisir avec la rage d&#8217;une passion illimit\u00e9e, aux accents d&#8217;h\u00e9ro\u00efne de trag\u00e9die : \u00ab Je meurs de toi\/ tout me manque \u00bb. \u00absalive d&#8217;encre\/ sur ma bouche\/ les mots coulent\/ sur ma br\u00fblure de toi [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":408,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[141],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3729","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-archives-web"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3729","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/408"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3729"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3729\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3729"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3729"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archives.regards.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3729"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}