A just boredom first collection of Isabelle Dumais, illustrates the sinuous, straight from the mind-body - a body happy but capable of tragic - in the maze of immobility and boredom. Presented in two sections, one for Cioran and the other a tribute to Fernando Pessoa, this collection between physical images of the expectation of falling latent or frail and operatic singing in the path of emptiness: "I rise / scattered / en plural me / and I sing / single / three voices in chorus. " Other elements of music will make their debut in the pages: "I consent to the turmoil of mind / I sing the glorious emptiness that grows."
Poems of A just boredom are relatively short, at most seven or eight lines each. The reader wonder how little effort required to adjust breathing skinned and radiant in this poetry. Some poems recall the tone and direction of morbid fragility Saint-Denys-Garneau, "remove your shoes / no / not a puddle freezes / you drag and it would make you / nice funeral," whilst others will stand out the beauty of images at full evanescence "without worry / I dropped the table / subordinated to nothing / I start / my push / to nowhere." Whether poems evoking centrifugal sometimes violent or forcing them to travel inward, we find here a poem that will capture its simplicity: "I mind my boredom as a garden." After the exile and the reserve, the breath of these poems is adjacent the open mouth, a body full procrastination.
From one end to the other intelligent and brightening for the soul, A just boredom in accuracy and beauty, will lead the mind to create his own destiny Subsequent to overtake. It is likely that from time to time wish to settle near a window for better fall back to the music matured well in this first collection.
This criticism is also available on the Rookie of the Month , showcase of Quebec's first literary works, where my colleagues comment on this month Our haul, the first novel by Jean-François Caron.
A fair Boredom Isabelle Dumais; 2010, 192 pages; Ed Chillwind
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