{"id":1041,"date":"2017-01-25T12:54:36","date_gmt":"2017-01-25T11:54:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.testanonpertinente.net\/locule\/?p=1041"},"modified":"2024-08-12T14:29:06","modified_gmt":"2024-08-12T13:29:06","slug":"1041","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/?p=1041","title":{"rendered":"adulte, adultesse, ashbery, enfance, m\u00e9moire, po\u00e9sie en prose, souvenir, (Ashbery, A Wave&nbsp;: poems)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The cross-hat\u00adching tech\u00adnique which allo\u00adwed our ances\u00adtors to exchange cer\u00adtain gene\u00adtic traits for others, in order to pro\u00advide their off\u00adspring with a way of life at once more varie\u00adga\u00adted and more secure than their own, has just about run out of steam and has left us won\u00adde\u00adring, once more, what there is about this plush soli\u00adtude that makes us think we will ever get out, or even want to. The ebo\u00adny hands of the clock always seem to mark the same hour. That is why it always seems the same, though it is or course chan\u00adging constant\u00adly, subt\u00adly, as though fed by an under\u00adground stream. If only we could go out in back as when we were kids, and smoke and fool around and just stay out of the way, for a lit\u00adtle while. But that\u2019s just it \u2014 don\u2019t you see&nbsp;? We are \u201cOut in back.\u201d No one has ever used the front door. We have always lived in this place without a name, without shame, a place for grow\u00adnups to talk and laugh, having a good time. When we were chil\u00addren it see\u00admed that adul\u00adthood would be like clim\u00adbing a tree, that there would he a view from there, brea\u00adth\u00adta\u00adking because slight\u00adly more elu\u00adsive. But now we can see only down, first down through the branches and fur\u00adther down the sur\u00adpri\u00adsin\u00adgly steep grass patch that slopes away from the base of the tree. It cer\u00adtain\u00adly is a dif\u00adferent view, but not the one we expected.<br>\nWhat did <em>they<\/em> want us to do&nbsp;? Stand around this way, moni\u00adto\u00adring eve\u00adry breath, che\u00adcking each impulse for the return address, wan\u00adde\u00adring constant\u00adly about evil until neces\u00adsa\u00adri\u00adly we fall into a state of tor\u00adpor that is pro\u00adba\u00adbly the worst sin of all&nbsp;? To what pur\u00adpose did they cross-hatch so effec\u00adti\u00adve\u00adly, so that the lumi\u00adnous sur\u00adface that was under\u00adneath is trans\u00adfor\u00admed into ano\u00adther, also lumi\u00adnous but so shif\u00adting and so alive with sug\u00adges\u00adti\u00adve\u00adness that it is like quick\u00adsand, to take a step there would be to fall through the fra\u00adgile net of uncer\u00adtain\u00adties into the bog of cer\u00adtain\u00adty, other\u00adwise known as the Slough of Despond&nbsp;?<br>\nProbably they meant for us to enjoy the things they enjoyed, like late sum\u00admer eve\u00adnings, and hoped that we\u2019d find others and thank them for pro\u00advi\u00adding us with the whe\u00adre\u00adwi\u00adthal to find and enjoy them. Singing the way they did, in the old time, we can some\u00adtimes see through the tis\u00adsues and tra\u00adcings the gene\u00adtic pro\u00adcess has laid down bet\u00adween us and them. The ten\u00addrils can sug\u00adgest a hand&nbsp;; or a spe\u00adci\u00adfic color \u2014 the yel\u00adlow of the tulip, for ins\u00adtance \u2014 will flash for a moment in such a way that after it has been with\u00addrawn we can be sure that there was no ima\u00adgi\u00adning, no auto-sug\u00adges\u00adtion here, but at the same time it becomes as use\u00adless as all sub\u00adtrac\u00adted memo\u00adries. It has brought cer\u00adtain\u00adty without heat or light. Yet still in the old time, in the fara\u00adway sum\u00admer eve\u00adnings, they must have had a word for this, or known that we would some\u00adday need one, and wished to help. Then it is that a kind of pur\u00adring occurs, like the wind snea\u00adking around the base\u00adboards of a room&nbsp;: not the infa\u00admous \u201cstill, small voice\u201d but an ancil\u00adla\u00adry speech that is paral\u00adlel to the sli\u00adthe\u00adring of our own doubt-fle\u00adshed ima\u00adgi\u00adnings, a visible sound\u00adtrack of the way we sound as we move from encou\u00adra\u00adge\u00adment to des\u00adpair to exas\u00adpe\u00adra\u00adtion and back again, with a ges\u00adture some\u00adtimes that is like an abor\u00adted move\u00adment out\u00adward toward some cape or pro\u00admon\u00adto\u00adry from which the view would extend in two direc\u00adtions \u2014 back\u00adward and for\u00adward \u2014 but that is only a polite hope in the same vein as all the others, crum\u00adpled and put away, and almost not to be dis\u00adtin\u00adgui\u00adshed from any of them, except that <em>it knows we know<\/em>, and in the context of not kno\u00adwing is a flui\u00addi\u00adty that flashes like sil\u00adver, that seems to say a film has been expo\u00adsed and an image will, most cer\u00adtain\u00adly will, not like the last time, come to consi\u00adder itself within the&nbsp;frame.<br>\nIt must be an old pho\u00adto\u00adgraph of you, out in the yard, loo\u00adking almost afraid in the crisp, raking light that after\u00adnoons in the city held in those days, unap\u00adpea\u00adsed, not accep\u00adting any\u00adthing from any\u00adbo\u00addy. So what else is new&nbsp;? I\u2019ll tell you what is&nbsp;: you are accep\u00adting this now from the invi\u00adsible, unk\u00adnown sen\u00adder, and the light that was inten\u00added, you thought, only to rake or glance is now direc\u00adted full in your face, as it in fact, always was, but you were squin\u00adting so hard, fear\u00adful of accep\u00adting it, that you didn\u2019t know this. Whether it warms or burns is ano\u00adther mat\u00adter, which we will not go into here. The point is that you are accep\u00adting it and hol\u00adding on to it like love from someone you always thought you couldn\u2019t stand, and whom you now reco\u00adgnize as a bro\u00adther, an equal. Someone whose face is the same as yours in the pho\u00adto\u00adgraph but who is someone else, all of whose thoughts and fee\u00adlings are direc\u00adted at you, fal\u00adling like a gentle slab of light that will ulti\u00adma\u00adte\u00adly loo\u00adsen and dis\u00adsolve the crus\u00adted sus\u00adpi\u00adcion, the time\u00adly self-hatred, the effi\u00adcient cold direct\u00adness, the hor\u00adrible good man\u00adners, the sen\u00adsible resolves and the sen\u00adse\u00adless nights spent wai\u00adting in utter aban\u00addon, that have grown up to be you in the tree with no view&nbsp;; and place you firm\u00adly in the good-natu\u00adred circle of your ances\u00adtors\u2019 games and entertainments.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The cross-hat\u00ad\u00adching tech\u00adnique which allo\u00adwed our ances\u00adtors to exchange cer\u00adtain gene\u00adtic traits for others, in order to pro\u00advide their off\u00adspring with a way of life at once more varie\u00adga\u00adted and more secure than their own, has just about run out of steam and has left us won\u00adde\u00adring, once more, what there is about this&nbsp;plush&nbsp;[\u2026]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"quote","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"wp_typography_post_enhancements_disabled":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2922,456,51,220,902,2990,439],"class_list":["post-1041","post","type-post","status-publish","format-quote","hentry","category-non-classe","tag-adulte","tag-adultesse","tag-ashbery","tag-enfance","tag-memoire","tag-poesie-en-prose","tag-souvenir","post_format-post-format-quote"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1041","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1041"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1041\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1041"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1041"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/testanonpertinente.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1041"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}