J’aime ce mot “sauvage” pioch\u00e9e \u00e0 la prose de Levi-Strauss. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Pens\u00e9e sauvage”, pens\u00e9e du bricolage. Pens\u00e9e analogique de l’organique qui vient iriser notre pens\u00e9e scientifique et fait revenir en nous l’Enfance, ce temps o\u00f9 l’imagination pr\u00e9vaut sur la connaissance des savoirs. J’aime ce mot “sauvage” pioch\u00e9e \u00e0 la prose de Levi-Strauss. “Pens\u00e9e sauvage”, pens\u00e9e du bricolage. Pens\u00e9e analogique de l’organique qui vient iriser notre<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[635],"tags":[494,493],"class_list":["post-8183","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poesie","tag-levi-strauss","tag-thoreau","two-columns"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8183","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8183"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8183\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8301,"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8183\/revisions\/8301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericdesneux.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
SAUVAGE charrie dans ma m\u00e9moire l’odeur de la luzerne fraiche apr\u00e8s une nuit pass\u00e9e \u00e0 la belle \u00e9toile, les \u00e9pop\u00e9es jubilatoires en for\u00eat, les sorties \u00e0 toute blind\u00e9 en bicloune, les batailles de boue et les plongeons dans les vagues, le ciel \u00e9clatant des Am\u00e9riques et la puanteur rance des bidonvilles d’Amazonie o\u00f9 des enfants p\u00e9trissent des ballons de foot avec des guenilles pour jouer sur des d\u00e9charges publiques.”Sauvage”, un mot qui soul\u00e8ve toute la vie criarde et rance, les cris et les \u00e9lans de joie comprim\u00e9s\u00a0au fond des entrailles.
Sauvagerie, sauvageon. Sauvage rit, sauvage rompt. “Toutes les belles choses sont sauvages et libres”<\/em> pour Thoreau p\u00e8re de la d\u00e9sob\u00e9issance civile. Sauvage, la beaut\u00e9 des libres ? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"