Poetry full of mineral and telluric intuitions.
With Mireille Gagné, what stones do we dream of being? Striated and sharp, hot, immovable, impossible to catch, licked, sculpted, seized by the cold, petrified, preciously hidden, curled up, stubborn, domesticated, infinitely white, terribly deadly, crushed?
She finds them everywhere: in her pockets, on windowsills, under her pillow. Sources of fascination and visions of the past, present, or future, rocks connect, thanks to their power of enchantment, to the most distant ancestors to forge bonds.
Once again, in a delightful text, the poet takes great pleasure in sharing her premonitions.
