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  La Tête entre les Mains Un Cri-Silencieux à...

<p align="center"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;"><img id="media-6107680" style="margin: 0.7em auto; display: block;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/02/02/4146817371.JPG" alt="Osiris Revient des Morts," /></span></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">La Tête entre les Mains</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Un Cri-Silencieux à la Bouche</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Il Part, Il Court, Vers le Néant, Il Accourt</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Il est à Court d’Amour, du Minimum-Vital</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Pauvre et Moche à la Fois de Surcroît</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">A l’Intérieur, comme à l’Extérieur</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Sa Tristesse, un Fruit-Pourri, Empoisonné</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Le Décourage et L’Enrage</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Mode Négatif-progressif enclenché</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Rien ne Peut le Guérir</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Le Sortir de son Goulag-Mental</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Homme-Moderne emporté par la Séparation</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Par une Crise d'Angoisse-existentielle sans-Fin</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">La Galaxie de ses Souvenirs Tourne dans sa Tête</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Il Entend encore leurs Cris-de-Joie</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Quand Ils couraient dans les tous les Sens</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">C’était la Vie, c’était l’Opulence&nbsp;!</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Une Joyeuse-Nuée de Papillons</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Virevoltante, Colorée</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Emplie de Légèreté-éléphantesque</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">En Transports-permanents</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Dans un Champ de Porcelaine</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Mais que c’était Beau</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Ces Gosses qui s’Amusaient !<br /></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">Tout Passe, Tout Casse&nbsp;!</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong>© Jean DORVAL, le 24 mai 2020, pour LTC POésie</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;">(1) Inspiré de la chanson : Cat People (Putting Out Fire) by David Bowie ; et</span><span style="background-color: #333333;"> l'œuvre expressionniste, Le Cri, de l'artiste peintre et graveur Edvard Munch</span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> Source documentaire et photo : </span><a style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333;" href="https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_Cri"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Wiki/Le_Cri</span></a></span></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><img id="media-6137212" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/02/02/3738612020.jpg" alt="Le Cri-Silencieux,l’oubli du ciel, absinthe-névrotique, les raisins de l’angoisse, l’opéra-tibétain, la blessure, les amnésiques, scène-de-déprime ii, scène-de-déprime i, dompter la peur, l’otage, au nom du perd, haute définition : géniteur-payeur, es ex(-cités), l’offrande, laideur en after, perdu-de-vue, dieu a fait grâce, nous étions jeunes et beaux, milice d’injustice, court, le tiroir de l'oubli, famillicide, l'avenir du père, jean-pierre winter, le combat des pères, raphaël delpard, balbutiements d’ange, naissance-née, prélude-d’automne, délivrance, l’exil, ado-inconnu, friedrich nietzsche, ainsi parlait zarathoustra, une semaine-sur-deux, petit-perd rebelle, cet affreux-silence, poésie, ltc poésie, metz, lorraine, grand est, éditions du rocher, l'amour d'un père, pour ses enfants, cali, le droit de pères, injustice sociale, le droit des enfants, avoir un papa" /></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><strong>© Ci-dessus : Le Cri d’Edvard Munch (1893)</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tempera sur carton (une des cinq versions)</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Collection : Nasjonalgalleriet, Oslo</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; background-color: #333333; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="background-color: #333333;"><iframe width="514" height="391" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z9GbGO7CKdQ" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"></iframe></span></strong></span></p> LTC - LA TOUR CAMOUFLE : ”LA LORRAINE AU COEUR DU MONDE !” http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/about.html tag:latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com,2020-05-24:6240832 2020-05-24T01:05:47+02:00 2020-05-24T01:05:47+02:00

&nbsp; Accoster au Quai des Humeurs Passer à Gué l’Intolérable...

<p align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;"><img id="media-6107680" style="margin: 0.7em auto; display: block;" title="" src="http://latourcamoufle.hautetfort.com/media/02/02/4146817371.JPG" alt="Osiris Revient des Morts," /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Accoster au Quai des Humeurs</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Passer à Gué l’Intolérable</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Errer au beau-Milieu de la Nausée</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Hurler de Déplaisir et d’Horreur</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Voir Son Ventre se Tordre</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Comme la Trogne-Déformée</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">D’un Tronc d’Arbre abattu</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Se Courber, se Défigurer Sous la Douleur</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Sans Pouvoir se Redresser</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Se Régurgiter, se Tendre dans l’Effort</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">En Séries de Spasmes-saccadés</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Torture-tordue qui Prend la Pause</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Dans une Immense-Grimace</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Survoler le Néant de ses Envies</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">S’attarder Pour Oublier</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Que Rien n’Existe</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Courir sans Mot Dire</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Cruel-Cri de Déchirement</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">Sans Maux qui Apaisent</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; background-color: #333333;">© Jean DORVAL, le 24 mai 2020, pour LTC POésie</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;">(1) D’après les chansons : Oxygene Pt. 2 de Jean Michel Jarre, Fade to Grey de Visage, The Model by Kraftwerk ; La Folie de The Stranglers ; et Wuthering Heights de Kate Bush. Et David Bowie, Live in Berlin 2002</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial black, sans-serif; color: #999999; background-color: #333333;"><iframe width="514" height="391" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/A0p8Q7MFhDk?list=PLiN-7mukU_REQxE9hr6sMZf13vmhX74eh" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen"></iframe></span></p>