{"id":3285,"date":"2020-06-16T11:09:17","date_gmt":"2020-06-16T16:09:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/?p=3285"},"modified":"2021-05-06T11:34:00","modified_gmt":"2021-05-06T16:34:00","slug":"une-voix-sans-voix-off","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/16\/une-voix-sans-voix-off\/","title":{"rendered":"Une voix sans voix off"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Sur son blogue, Beth<\/a> offre une r\u00e9flexion tr\u00e8s int\u00e9ressante sur l’\u00e9criture du journal intime. En r\u00e9f\u00e9rence \u00e0 Thomas Merton, elle dit :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had left the academic world of New York in order to seek God and some sort of personal overhaul. He was aiming at authenticity, transparency, honesty, directness, egolessness… and yet he learned how the very act of writing — which he couldn\u2019t help, couldn\u2019t give up completely — became a trap for the ego. He talks about it a lot. This was his huge struggle: the need to say what he saw and felt out of the depths of his contemplative experience, to communicate it to others, and to try to make a difference in a broken world, but how writing can become performance that addictively seeks something else entirely: admiration, praise, fame. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

\u00c7a m’a fait penser \u00e0 un texte de l’autrice Helen Garner<\/a> que j’ai lu r\u00e9cemment dans The Guardian. Elle raconte l’exp\u00e9rience p\u00e9nible de replonger dans ses vieux journaux intimes :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few years ago I had a huge bonfire in my backyard and burned all my diaries up to the point where Yellow Notebook begins. I did this because when I went through the cartons of exercise books one day, looking for what I\u2019d written around the time of the dramatic\u00a0dismissal of the Whitlam government,\u00a0I found to my astonishment that I hadn\u2019t even mentioned it.
That day, crouching over the crates in the laundry, I was soon so bored with my younger self and her droning sentimental concerns that there was nothing for it \u2013 this shit had to go.\u00a0<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Elle a quand m\u00eame fini par y trouver du mat\u00e9riel qui avait une certaine valeur de partage, mais le travail d’\u00e9dition des \u00e9crits en question n’a pas \u00e9t\u00e9 facile. Je n’ai pas (encore) lu le r\u00e9sultat publi\u00e9<\/a>, mais les r\u00e9flexions qu’elle tire de ce travail sont d’une pertinence cinglante :<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And of course I soon found myself, day after day, strapped into the straitjacket that is the very nature of a diary: it\u2019s got a voice, it\u2019s entirely composed<\/em> of voice, but it has no voiceover<\/em>. It exists in an eternal present.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sur son blogue, Beth offre une r\u00e9flexion tr\u00e8s int\u00e9ressante sur l’\u00e9criture du journal intime. En r\u00e9f\u00e9rence \u00e0 Thomas Merton, elle dit : He had left the academic world of New York in order to seek God and some sort of personal overhaul. He was aiming at authenticity, transparency, honesty, directness, egolessness… and yet he learned… Continue reading Une voix sans voix off<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11,8,19,4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3285"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3285"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3389,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3285\/revisions\/3389"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}