Elles s’inspirent tr\u00e8s fortement des contes d’Andersen, dans lesquels les objets vivent, parlent et ont leurs \u00e9motions. L’id\u00e9e g\u00e9n\u00e9rale est qu’il se passe beaucoup de choses, invisibles \u00e0 nos yeux d’humains, dans les chambres, les cuisines et notamment les frigos, ou encore sur les balcons.
En d’autres termes, il s’agit d’offrir un peu de fantaisie (mais qui sait ?) \u00e0 nos univers en apparence inanim\u00e9s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tr\u00eave d’introduction et d’explications, place au texte\u2026 en vous souhaitant une agr\u00e9able lecture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The iron table<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Let\u2019s figure ourselves a table. A dire la v\u00e9rit\u00e9, ce n’est pas une vie tr\u00e8s amusante, car les autres \u2013 les tables de l\u2019int\u00e9rieur \u2013 se moquent ouvertement, les meubles de jardin \u00e9tant condamn\u00e9s \u00e0 vivre dehors. On raconte m\u00eame tout bas que certains de ces meubles disparaissent une partie de l’ann\u00e9e, repli\u00e9s sur eux-m\u00eames au fond de d\u00e9barras\u2026 Horrible perspective !<\/p>\n\n\n\n But our table didn\u2019t really listen to them, and rather used to turn its full attention towards the winds, sometimes chilly, sometimes warm. It felt so nice to experience the hot rays from the sun, which would heat up the dark plate of the table, as well as its core, down to the legs. But there came a time, unfortunately, when the housekeeper, who was herself quite sensible to temperatures, declared that \u00ab\u00a0this table was either too cold or too hot\u00a0\u00bb and that \u00ab\u00a0it is was meant to be kept in this very house, then it would have to be covered by a proper cloth\u00a0\u00bb. Initially, everything went rather fine, as the table thought it\u2019d be nice to have a companion to chat with : they might very well talk about the weather, about the sun or the moon\u2026 \nBut it seemed that they were made out of different materials : the fabric seemed insensible to the temperature variations and not to appreciate neither the winds, which would shake it too much to its convenience, nor even when Humans would meet up for a meal (the table learned that this cloth couldn't stand scraps !\u2026) \nThe cloth\u2019s cautious manners and behavior let our table quite disappointed, as it wouldn\u2019t even bother to answer any question nor entertain any kind of conversation\u2026 Hopefully, from time to time, its good friend the wind would blow with such force that the cloth would almost fly away, exposing the metallic plate, which could have a good breath at last and feel the sun light again\u2026 But it wouldn\u2019t last more than a couple of hours, or maybe a day\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n In a word, our table felt prostrated, withering and almost dying off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was tempted, at times, to let itself decay and rust, so that the Humans would get rid of itself, once and for all\u2026 But it couldn\u2019t allow itself to get that low : considering their stinginess, who knows how much time the table would have to wait ? How much rheumatism would the table have to endure, before getting freed and thrown to junk ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Depressed and covered by this gloomy fabric, which blocked the view and didn\u2019t want to share anything at all, our table could only wait for the end of the day to come, and then for the end of the night, and so on. Even the sounds around appeared muffled\u2026 All in all, our table suffered terribly, feeling all alone and abandoned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But one day, the table felt a strange sensation in a leg, a tingling kind of a sensation actually\u2026 Still somewhat numb, it turned its attention to this area and discovered a little ant, rambling up and down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n - Good day, Ant, how do you do ? The table thought quickly and feared that once the ant family was there, the Humans would hunt them, move them and that their potential relations would be put to an end\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n - I've got an idea, I believe, said the table to the little ant. What about going through my own legs : they are hollow, and it should be easy to climb them up and even hide inside\u2026 And that is how the table came to know its new companions, which it knew one by one, and how it found a meaning of life anew. Nicolas Poignon, Fourmillement, 2008 —<\/p>\n\n\n\n Did you like this short story ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n V.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Voici une nouvelle histoire : La table en fer, qui figure parmi les “histoires du balcon”, ensemble de contes modernes, dans l’esprit d’un Andersen…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1418","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-projet","category-scenario"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1418","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1418"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1418\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1428,"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1418\/revisions\/1428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1418"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1418"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1418"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Les Hommes l\u2019appelaient, par habitude, la \u00ab table de jardin \u00bb, mais elle \u00e9tait en fait sur le balcon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/app\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image.png\")
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Its life was pulsed by the weather rhythm, from day to day. Our table liked the breakfast time, lunch breaks, tea time, late dinners with the stars shining in the sky and reflecting upon its surface.
To be fair, this table did a pretty good job on its own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/app\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image-1.png\")
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In spite of the man\u2019s protests, a table cloth appeared indeed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our table, already blinded by this annoying presence, couldn\u2019t even feel anything left, covered as it was\u2026It would therefore get lost in its thoughts, focused on its feet only, which were still exposed to the outdoors, while everything else seemed distant, sad and indifferent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/app\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image-2.png\")
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- How do you do, Table ? Well, I\u2019m exploring.
- Please do on and feel at home.
- Really ? how nice ! If you knew how such a welcome is rare, these days\u2026 Usually, we\u2019re rather rejected, chased after, so to say, and even reported to humans !
- I certainly wouldn't do that ! Furthermore, alone as I am, any kind of company would be nice\u2026
- Truly ? Listen, what would you say if I gave word to the family ? It occurred to me that there were quite a few scraps on the plate over there, and all around you as well\u2026
Indeed, there are quite a few tatters and quite often moreover ! But please be careful with the Humans !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
- That would be splendid, said the ant. I'm going right now to bring them all in this wonderful company\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Changing its view of the world - surface cold but warm at heart - it had passed from an external perspective to a new and intense inner life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/volkanartz.chauss.in\/app\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image-4.png\")
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https:\/\/www.galeriedocuments15.com\/artists\/69-nicolas-poignon\/works\/10887\/ <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n