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Musique Exp\u00e9rimentale<\/h5>\r\n

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\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_39926\" align=\"alignright\" width=\"200\"]\"\" Amedeo Modigliani, Jean Cocteau<\/span>[\/caption]\r\n\r\nL<\/span><\/em>orsque j'admire un peintre, on me dit : <\/span>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
\u00ab Soit, mais ce n'est pas de la peinture. \u00bb <\/span><\/div>\r\n
Lorsque j'admire un musicien, on me dit : <\/span><\/div>\r\n
\u00ab Soit, mais ce n'est pas de la musique. \u00bb <\/span><\/div>\r\n
Lorsque j'admire un dramaturge, on me dit: <\/span><\/div>\r\n
\u00ab Soit, mais ce n'est pas du th\u00e9\u00e2tre. \u00bb <\/span><\/div>\r\n
Lorsque j'admire un sportif, on me dit: <\/span><\/div>\r\n
\u00ab Soit, mais ce n'est pas du sport. \u00bb <\/span><\/div>\r\n
Et ainsi de suite. Mais alors, demandais-je: <\/span><\/div>\r\n
\u00ab Qu'est-ce que c'est ? \u00bb <\/span><\/div>\r\n
Mon interlocuteur h\u00e9site, l'\u0153il dans le vague et murmure: <\/span><\/div>\r\n
\u00ab Je ne sais pas... C'est autre chose. \u00bb <\/span><\/div>\r\n
J'ai fini par comprendre que cet autre chose \u00e9tait, somme toute, la meilleure d\u00e9finition de la po\u00e9sie.<\/span><\/div>\r\n
Discours de r\u00e9ception \u00e0 l'Acad\u00e9mie fran\u00e7aise, 20 octobre 1955 de Jean Cocteau.<\/a><\/span><\/div>\r\n
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1<\/td>\r\nL'ATTENTE A LA GARE<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\n<\/td>\r\nFR9W11324403<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n
2<\/td>\r\nOSTRACA<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\n<\/td>\r\nFR9W12118163<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n
3<\/td>\r\nSIPO MATADOR<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\nJay Crawford<\/td>\r\nFR9W11324350<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n
4<\/td>\r\nBLUE BIRD IN CAGE<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\n<\/td>\r\nFR9W11220788<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n
5<\/td>\r\nBRUTALISME, BRUITALISME<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\n<\/td>\r\nFR9W11629664<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n
6<\/td>\r\nVIRGA<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\n<\/td>\r\nFR9W11525886<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n
7<\/td>\r\nBRUMES<\/td>\r\nFrank Lovisolo<\/td>\r\n<\/td>\r\nFR9W11525888<\/td>\r\n<\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody>\r\n<\/table>\r\n\r\n
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Il demeure des murmures qui d\u00e9rivent au-del\u00e0 des limites de l\u2019ou\u00efe ; non pas les chuchotements des voix, mais ceux de l\u2019existence elle-m\u00eame. Ils s\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8vent d\u2019instants oubli\u00e9s, des espaces paisibles entre deux pens\u00e9es, l\u00e0 o\u00f9 le temps ralentit et o\u00f9 le sens s\u2019approfondit.<\/p>\r\n

Ces complaintes n\u2019appartiennent \u00e0 personne et \u00e0 tous \u00e0 la fois ; ils sont le souffle de tout ce qui a travers\u00e9 l\u2019\u00eatre, cherchant encore \u00e0 \u00eatre reconnu dans le pr\u00e9sent. Ils nous rappellent que le silence n\u2019est pas l\u2019absence de son, mais l\u2019influence de tout ce qui n\u2019a pas \u00e9t\u00e9 dit. Dans cette immobilit\u00e9, on per\u00e7oit les fils dissimul\u00e9s qui relient toutes choses ; le vivant et le disparu, le visible et l\u2019invisible.<\/p>\r\n

Chaque murmure repr\u00e9sente la trace du dialogue \u00e9ternel entre ce qui fut et ce qui restera, entre le monde et la conscience qui l\u2019observe. Ainsi, lorsque la nuit devient calme, il nous arrive de les entendre \u2014 non pas avec les oreilles, mais avec les profondeurs de l\u2019\u00e2me. Ils nous disent que l\u2019existence elle-m\u00eame est une conversation, et que chaque vie, si br\u00e8ve soit-elle, laisse derri\u00e8re elle un \u00e9cho qui ne s\u2019\u00e9teint jamais vraiment.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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There abide whispers that wander beyond the bounds of mortal hearing \u2014 not the frail murmur of human voices, but the low, eternal breath of existence itself. They ascend from forgotten hours, from the serene intervals betwixt two thoughts, where time, subdued, moves softly and the spirit of meaning grows profound. These plaintive utterances belong to none and yet to all; they are the sighs of all that has passed through the mystery of being, still yearning to be acknowledged in the fleeting present.<\/p>\r\n

They remind us that silence is no mere void, no absence of sound, but rather the subtle presence of all that has remained unspoken. Within that sacred stillness, one discerns the secret threads that bind the whole of creation ; the living to the departed, the visible to the unseen. Each whisper is the lingering trace of an eternal colloquy between what has been and what shall ever be, between the world and the consciousness that contemplates it.<\/p>\r\n

And thus, when the night grows tranquil and the heart itself grows still, there are moments when we may hear them ; not through the frailty of the ear, but through the deep and solemn chambers of the soul. They tell us that existence, in its vastness, is but a conversation unending, and that every life, however brief, leaves behind an echo that is never wholly lost to time.<\/p>","link":"https:\/\/frank-lovisolo.fr\/WordPress\/whisper-musique-experimentale\/","name":"Distant Whispers","slug":"whisper-musique-experimentale","taxonomy":"category","parent":0,"meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/frank-lovisolo.fr\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories\/3114","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/frank-lovisolo.fr\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/frank-lovisolo.fr\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/taxonomies\/category"}],"wp:post_type":[{"href":"https:\/\/frank-lovisolo.fr\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts?categories=3114"},{"href":"https:\/\/frank-lovisolo.fr\/WordPress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages?categories=3114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}