{"id":1386,"date":"2010-07-27T22:06:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-27T20:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1386"},"modified":"2010-07-27T22:06:00","modified_gmt":"2010-07-27T20:06:00","slug":"arpege","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2010\/07\/27\/arpege\/","title":{"rendered":"Arp\u00e8ge"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rappelle-toi, mon goéland<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Mon âme scie, mon heure perdue<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Ces vastes rus pleins de débris<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Où tous tes doigts flanchaient au banc<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Des concrétions et des falaises<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Où l’or gémit en océans<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n De la verrue que l’ombre lèse<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Donne-moi tu, fichue d’avions<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n De peines perdues au rang de braises<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Cendrées d’envie, mouillées au fond<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Qu’au corps sans vie, la fin s’affaise<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n Dans le brouillon de nos débuts<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Rappelle-toi, mon goéland Mon âme scie, mon heure perdue Ces vastes rus pleins de débris Où tous tes doigts flanchaient au banc Des concrétions et des falaises Où l’or gémit en océans De la verrue que l’ombre lèse Donne-moi tu, fichue d’avions De peines perdues au rang de braises Cendrées d’envie, mouillées au fond Qu’au […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"Arp\u00e8ge:","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4,17],"tags":[10,5],"class_list":["post-1386","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesies","category-postit","tag-autres","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s4SHRd-arpege","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1386","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1386"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1386\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}