In 2018, a phenomenon occurred that no one had seen coming and that will go down in the history of French poetry: a collection met with both critical and public success. Cécile Coulon was 27 years old at the time, she had already been known as a novelist for several years, and her first collection, Les ronces, aroused interest and enthusiasm far beyond the “usual” circle of poetry readers.
Her second collection, Noir volcan, is just as eruptive, that of a poetry that is emancipated, liberating, earthy. It is part of an astonishing revival of poetry noted by booksellers such as Alexandre Bord: “Poetesses like Cécile Coulon and Rupi Kaur, whose texts have been previously read on social networks, attract readers to bookshops who have never bought a collection of poetry.”
It is obvious from reading it, that Cécile Coulon cannot live without poetry.
