After his excellent first collection, Subtle forms of flightVirginie Savard is back in force with Transparent mourning, written in the midst of a pandemic. Even if this fateful word does not appear in the book, the poet clearly wants to make visible the too many bereavements that we experience.
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Fauna and flora in peril serve him to anchor his words in reality and to overcome the loneliness of our “humanities / in latency”. In her search for the absolute, the poet believes that meaning must exist somewhere, even if her “carnivorous body” is self-digesting and her boyish face looks like a victory in her eyes. After all, “identity has no source/there is too much to be”.
Doubts abound, therefore, fears rumble, appearances triumph and death lurks. The narrator knows how to name the evil, that of a youth who wishes to have already lived everything so as not to feel behind in life: “We have only one desire to continue with gouged eyes. »
The “I” and the “you” lead the dance. On the other hand, the “we” ensures the rhythm in the precarious balance of the poem, this collective feeling which should be perpetuated in spite of “the death of the world”.
The future grows, according to Virginie Savard, between sunflowers and tomatoes or, even, in another breath than her own. The cosmos can thus be reborn infinitely, inviting us to act because “we have no more time / for horror”.
Transparent mourning
Virginia Savard
Triptych
146 pages