{"id":5638,"date":"2026-03-09T08:51:18","date_gmt":"2026-03-09T07:51:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.causeur.fr\/bonnetdane\/?p=5638"},"modified":"2026-03-09T08:51:18","modified_gmt":"2026-03-09T07:51:18","slug":"des-ruines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.causeur.fr\/bonnetdane\/des-ruines-5638","title":{"rendered":"Des ruines"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Ruines de Tirynthe<br><br><br>\u00ab Moodily, fatalistically, he took off the rags of his shirt and trousers and hung them on the wire. He looked down at his brown and white body, striped and pock-marked with red. On an instinct he felt his pulse. It was slow but regular. The steady thump of life revived his spirits. What the hell was he worrying about? He was alive. The wounds and bruises on his body were nothing&#8211;absolutely nothing. They looked ugly, but nothing was broken. Inside the torn envelope, the machine was quietly, solidly ticking over. Superficial cuts and abrasions, bloody memories, deathly exhaustion&#8211;these were hurts that an accident ward would sneer at. Get on, you bastard! Get moving! Clean yourself and wake up. \u00bb (Ian Fleming, <em>Dr No<\/em>, 1958).<br><br>On n\u2019est jamais aussi ruin\u00e9 qu\u2019on le croit. J\u2019entends \u00ab ruin\u00e9 \u00bb au sens propre du terme, r\u00e9duit \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9tat de ruines. Quelques vagues murs tiennent encore debout. Pour le reste, plus rien de solide, plus rien de valide. Chaque articulation, rong\u00e9e d\u2019arthrose, ne consent \u00e0 se plier qu\u2019au prix d\u2019un effort infini. Fermer le poing est une source de souffrance. <br>Les tendons des muscles n\u2019ont plus de souplesse \u2014 et si les muscles eux-m\u00eames subsistent, c\u2019est comme t\u00e9moignages d\u2019un \u00e9tat tr\u00e8s ancien. D&rsquo;une nostalgie. <br>Ses yeux sont fatigu\u00e9s, ils se plissent involontairement. Autant ne pas les regarder dans le miroir : ils ont r\u00e9tr\u00e9ci, avec l\u2019\u00e2ge, ils disparaissent presque derri\u00e8re les paupi\u00e8res paresseuses. Il y a peu de rides sur ce visage us\u00e9, poli en quelque sorte par une \u00e9rosion diffuse et continue. Juste un affaissement g\u00e9n\u00e9ral.<br>Et il y a beau temps qu\u2019il a renonc\u00e9 \u00e0 la chevelure \u00e9paisse qui \u00e9tait la sienne. Les cheveux gris fer t\u00e9moignent encore d\u2019une certaine vitalit\u00e9 \u2014 aussi bien, ne dit-on pas qu\u2019ils poussent encore apr\u00e8s la mort ?<br>Ruin\u00e9 ! Les murs cyclop\u00e9ens du palais myc\u00e9nien se sont effondr\u00e9s. Restent quelques blocs erratiques, illisbles, maintenus dans un \u00e9quilibre pr\u00e9caire. <br><br>Quand on est jeune, s\u2019habiller, c\u2019est se faire beau. Quand on est vieux, c\u2019est camoufler le d\u00e9sastre. Jadis, il affectionnait les jeans moulants. Assis, en cours, sur le coin du bureau, il offrait \u00e0 la concupiscence de ces demoiselles un paquet de bas organes sur lesquels elles r\u00eavaient dru. Aujourd\u2019hui, il pr\u00e9f\u00e8re les pantalons de velours un peu larges, mieux \u00e0 m\u00eame de camoufler les mis\u00e8res. L\u2019ostentation, c\u2019\u00e9tait hier. <br>Au sortir de la douche, il passe rapidement devant le miroir, sans un coup d\u2019\u0153il, pour ne pas d\u00e9sesp\u00e9rer. <br><br>Il pense soudain qu\u2019il y a, dans ce sentiment de d\u00e9route, une bonne part d\u2019auto-apitoiement. Un narcissisme des ruines. Il se rappelle Bond, \u00e9puis\u00e9 par le parcours que lui inflige le Docteur No. Ou Santiago, le p\u00eacheur solitaire, le vieil homme d\u2019Hemingway. So what ? Il se souvient enfin des quatre derniers de <em>la Horde sauvage<\/em> : \u00ab Let\u2019s go \u00bb, dit William Holden. \u00ab Why not ? \u00bb r\u00e9pond Ernst Borgnine. <br><br>La vie se r\u00e9sume \u00e0 ces deux phrases laconiques. \u00ab Let\u2019s go \u00bb \u00ab Why not ? \u00bb. Aucun narcissisme des ruines. Fuck the narcissism ! Tant que tu es vivant, va de l\u2019avant. Apr\u00e8s, de toute fa\u00e7on, on s\u2019en fiche. <br><br>Il donne un tour de clef \u00e0 la serrure, et va r\u00e9solument prendre un caf\u00e9. La vie continue.<br><br>Jean-Paul Brighelli<br><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ruines de Tirynthe \u00ab Moodily, fatalistically, he took off the rags of his shirt and trousers and hung them on the wire. He looked down at his brown and white body, striped and pock-marked with red. On an instinct he felt his pulse. It was slow but regular. 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