Olivier Barbarant offers in secular fixed and rhymed forms, short or long free verse, prose poems, sometimes even set in full-page paragraphs. This gives this remarkable “Adorations” which lingers on the male body: “Between the peaks of the shoulders, the steep valley of the vertebrae has the effect of a dry river. // legs […] One would swear to the masts, made only to hoist the mainsail of the liners. Or the great suite “Complaint at the hinge of time”, a series of 40 texts which highlights a memory, a shock which marks a specific year. Thus “2007”: “The students turn towards me / Faces so alive / That almost look like gardens / When May mixes water and light there” or “2014”: “I can no longer follow the count of carnage / The curtains closed on the tragedy / I make a shelter of wild beauties: / bodies in the mist / my sleeping sons”. Collection of which it would be necessary to report more lengthily so much its richness is essential.
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