{"id":1606,"date":"2011-07-11T21:39:01","date_gmt":"2011-07-11T19:39:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettresdurien.wordpress.com\/?p=1606"},"modified":"2011-07-11T21:39:01","modified_gmt":"2011-07-11T19:39:01","slug":"toxicodrame","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/blog\/2011\/07\/11\/toxicodrame\/","title":{"rendered":"Toxicodrame"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left:90px\"><em>Pleine de rien et de tourbes<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Au creux d\u2019un vieux chemin<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Comme d\u2019une id\u00e9e courbe<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Ecrite au parchemin<\/em><br \/>\n<em> D\u2019un vilain qui s\u2019embourbe<\/em><br \/>\n<em> De cette terre qu\u2019en vain<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Il s\u2019imagine sourde<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Pour se dire en latin<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Que c\u2019est elle qu\u2019est lourde<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Et non les coups de reins<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Qu\u2019il file fier de ses bourdes<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Elle s\u2019invente un pays<\/em><br \/>\n<em> O\u00f9 les gestes et paroles<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Se prennent le maquis<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Et le r\u00eave en obole<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Lui verse sa dose d\u2019oubli<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pleine de rien et de tourbes Au creux d\u2019un vieux chemin Comme d\u2019une id\u00e9e courbe Ecrite au parchemin D\u2019un vilain qui s\u2019embourbe De cette terre qu\u2019en vain Il s\u2019imagine sourde Pour se dire en latin Que c\u2019est elle qu\u2019est lourde Et non les coups de reins Qu\u2019il file fier de ses bourdes Elle s\u2019invente un [&hellip;]<\/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_post_was_ever_published":false,"_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":"","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}},"categories":[16,4,17],"tags":[14,5],"class_list":["post-1606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ebauches","category-poesies","category-postit","tag-alice-non-plus","tag-vers-libres"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-pU","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1606","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=1606"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1606\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1606"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1606"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1606"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}