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L'HOMME FUIT L'ASPHYXIE

L'homme dont l'appetit hors de l'imagination se calfeutre sans finir de
s'approvisionner, se délivrera par les mains, rivières soudainement grossies.

L'homme qui s'épointe dans la prémonition, qui déboise son silence intérieur et le répartit en théatres, ce second c'est le faiseur de pain.

Aux uns la prison et la mort. Aux autres la transhumance du Verbe.

Déborder l'économie de la création, agrandir le sang des gestes, devoir de toute lumière.

Nous tenons l'anneau où sont enchaînés côte à côte, d'une part le rossignol diabolique, d'autre part la clé angélique.

Sur les arêtes de notre amertume, l'aurore de la conscience s'avance et dépose son limon.

Aoûtement. Une dimension franchit le fruit de l'autre. Dimensions adversaires. Déporté de l'attelage et des noces, je bats le fer des fermoirs invisibles.



MAN FLEES SUFFOCATION

Man flees suffocation.

Man, whose appetite beyond Imagination shuts himself up in laying supplies, will find freedom by his hands, rivers suddenly swollen.

Man who grows blunt through premonitions, who deforests his inner silence and divides it into stages, the latter one is the maker of bread.

To the former, prison and death. To the latter, the repasturing of the word.

To exceed the economy of creation, to increase the blood of gestures, task of all light.

We hold the ring where the devilish nightingale and the angelic key are chained together, side by side.

Over the ridge of our bitterness, the dawn of conscience comes forth to deposit its loam.

August ripening. one dimension traverses the fruit of the other. Warring dimensions. Deported from the yoke and from the nuptials, I strike the iron of invisible hinges.


René Char 1934