{"id":13207,"date":"2023-07-28T13:06:23","date_gmt":"2023-07-28T11:06:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/?p=13207"},"modified":"2024-08-19T17:52:18","modified_gmt":"2024-08-19T15:52:18","slug":"la-paix-des-ruches-alice-rivaz-1947","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/2023\/07\/28\/la-paix-des-ruches-alice-rivaz-1947\/","title":{"rendered":"La paix des ruches &#8211; Alice Rivaz (1947)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">La premi\u00e8re phrase dit quasi tout : &#8220;Je crois que je n&#8217;aime plus mon mari&#8221;. C&#8217;est le constat de Jeanne. Elle analyse la relation avec son mari, relation devenue sans passion, la confusion entre mariage et amour. Elle n&#8217;est plus qu&#8217;un objet, une d\u00e9coration, voire une servante. Jeanne ressent et parle des in\u00e9galit\u00e9s dans sa vie de couple, du d\u00e9sir d&#8217;autres hommes, d&#8217;autres amours, mais avec d\u00e9sillusion. C&#8217;est un texte incroyablement f\u00e9ministe, \u00e9crit en 1947, mais tristement d&#8217;actualit\u00e9 m\u00eame 75 ans apr\u00e8s. Sujet forc\u00e9ment int\u00e9ressant, l&#8217;\u00e9criture est juste, pourtant parfois des lenteurs difficiles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>&#8220;Mais rien n&#8217;est peut-\u00eatre jamais d\u00e9pass\u00e9 en nous, et mes r\u00eaves en sont la preuve. Qu&#8217;\u00e0 leur faveur nous puissions op\u00e9rer une coupe dans le vif de notre vie pass\u00e9e et notre \u00eatre mis \u00e0 nu en son centre r\u00e9v\u00e9lera la structure non chang\u00e9e, immuable de ce qu&#8217;il fut, qu&#8217;il est encore, comme le tronc de l&#8217;arbre r\u00e9v\u00e8le, une fois coup\u00e9 \u00e0 ras, ses couches int\u00e9rieures, ses rayons m\u00e9dullaires \u00e0 jamais inscrits dans sa texture. Nous ne pouvons rien effacer ; nos souffrances, nos joies, s&#8217;ajoutent les unes aux autres. Elles ne s&#8217;annulent pas, elles s&#8217;additionnent, tra\u00e7ant ces cercles concentriques autour du noyau de notre \u00eatre. Ainsi nos amours. Il n&#8217;en est point qui puissent vraiment mourir une fois n\u00e9s, ils continuent leur vie en nous. M\u00eame si nous ne le savons pas.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La premi\u00e8re phrase dit quasi tout : &#8220;Je crois que je n&#8217;aime plus mon mari&#8221;. C&#8217;est le constat de Jeanne. Elle analyse la relation avec son mari, relation devenue sans passion, la confusion entre mariage et amour. Elle n&#8217;est plus qu&#8217;un objet, une d\u00e9coration, voire une servante. Jeanne ressent et parle des in\u00e9galit\u00e9s dans sa [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13208,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[214],"tags":[172,44,221],"class_list":["post-13207","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-books-2023","tag-couple","tag-hopelessness","tag-men"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/07\/myriam-zilles-HPav9fX6oSI-unsplash-scaled.jpg?fit=2560%2C1656&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13207","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13207"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16169,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13207\/revisions\/16169"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}