It is from the publishing house Les Herbes Rouges that the very first book by Mégane Desrosiers appears, which we had previously been able to read in the collective collection 11 brief queer essays (2023) as well as in journals Game And Quebec letters.
In The mouth to show a series of bladesa title which wonderfully crowns this poetic punch, it revisits childhood, not as a frozen memory, but rather exploring several versions. It is about shame and transgression.
The writing is immediately striking with its scenic, almost theatrical quality. Everything seems to want to be read very aloud. And calls to let yourself be plunged into your hole of distress. “In my oily hole there is a pencil in my hole. Gassed, ready to do what outbreaks do, which is write an insufficient story. Oily full of mud, he thinks of the hole, thinks of it as the gap that it really is, me my hole: a lack, a drift, the current of its defect. The steam monster sticks to the walls, to walls too greasy to deploy anything other than an impenetrable imagination. » We can only emphasize a mastery of the language which, without being ostentatious, reveals itself to be of formidable precision. The poetry that emerges is demanding, uncompromising.
Desrosiers’ universe borrows from the religious imagination, which – beyond the themes – seems to influence the rhythm, the very breath of the writing. A tension between the profane and the sacred, as if the author was questioning the border between the two. Jubilant, this first work reveals a sharp pen that promises.
The mouth to show a series of blades
Red herbs
80 pages