{"id":70306,"date":"2014-10-27T10:32:37","date_gmt":"2014-10-27T09:32:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/?p=70306"},"modified":"2014-10-28T09:36:39","modified_gmt":"2014-10-28T08:36:39","slug":"poeme-du-fou-par-younes-jama","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/2014\/10\/27\/poeme-du-fou-par-younes-jama\/","title":{"rendered":"<b>Po\u00e8me du fou<\/b>, par Younes Jama"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Po\u00e8me invit\u00e9.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Enfant, sur un banc, seul et assis<br \/>\npour compagne, la blonde en canette<br \/>\n\u00e0 port\u00e9e de main<br \/>\nN\u00e9 d&rsquo;hier, n\u00e9 d&rsquo;aujourd&rsquo;hui<br \/>\ncinquante ans \u00e0 peine<br \/>\nParis n&rsquo;en veut plus<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>La Bobillot, ses soirs, peu anim\u00e9e<br \/>\nOmbre, il lui tenait causette<br \/>\nle verbe, inintelligible, vain<br \/>\ndeux ou trois clairs, un zebbi<br \/>\nCol\u00e8re d&rsquo;ailleurs, obsc\u00e8ne<br \/>\nSc\u00e8nes de d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu<\/p>\n<p>Il ruait la mis\u00e8re \u00e0 coup de pieds<br \/>\ngrabuge aux poubelles en t\u00eate<br \/>\naux roues assoupies, trottoir et catins<br \/>\n\u00ab\u00a0Ta gueule ! \u00bb, on lui dit<br \/>\nDe ses fen\u00eatres, la Bourge m\u00e8ne<br \/>\nm\u00e9pris et rires, diffus<\/p>\n<p>Volte-face, si subite, il fit<br \/>\nDerri\u00e8re, le passant \u00e0 la sauvette<br \/>\nIdiot, c&rsquo;est \u00e0 sa Tunisie, au loin<br \/>\nSans peur, t&rsquo;aurais appris et compris<br \/>\nque partout, souffrance est m\u00eame<br \/>\npuis le silence fut<\/p>\n<p>Devant, le passant a le pas l\u00e9ger<br \/>\nun air ou deux s&rsquo;y pr\u00eatent<br \/>\nL&rsquo;autre suit, hagard, rien<br \/>\nUn quartier de Paris, sa nuit<br \/>\nAu chaud, cliquetis des couverts am\u00e8nes<br \/>\nD&rsquo;o\u00f9 sourd l&rsquo;\u00e2me nue<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p>Po\u00e8me invit\u00e9.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Enfant, sur un banc, seul et assis<br \/> pour compagne, la blonde en canette<br \/> \u00e0 port\u00e9e de main<br \/> N\u00e9 d&rsquo;hier, n\u00e9 d&rsquo;aujourd&rsquo;hui<br \/> cinquante ans \u00e0 peine<br \/> Paris n&rsquo;en veut plus<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[833],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70306","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-la-vie-de-tous-les-jours"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70306","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70306"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70306\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70336,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70306\/revisions\/70336"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70306"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70306"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pauljorion.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70306"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}