By Herménégilde Chiasson
Herménégilde Chiasson, dont l'oeuvre s’inscrit dans l’affirmation d’une Acadie moderne et contemporaine, publie un nouveau recueil de prose, «Solstices».
Qu'il soit d'hiver ou d'été, le souffle qui porte cette parole los angeles fait voyager au rythme du temps, sur les sentiers du keepsake. Sur les lieux revisités, l'œil se nourrit d'indices pour reconstituer un passé à partir de constructions ou d'objets à l'épreuve du temps, d'odeurs qui en émanent, de bruits qui les animent, de souvenirs qui les habitent.
Le lecteur plonge dans un univers intime et intérieur qui le happe dès l. a. première word et ne le laisse sortir qu’à los angeles dernière.
En avril 2009, Herménégilde Chiasson a remporté le prix Champlain pour son recueil «Béatitudes».
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Marriage is all it is cracked up to be. The carousel down on the Mall will stand still for a price. I never got to ride the jeweled horse. ” And I learned to dye. I miss my arts and crafts lessons, release and discipline combined, their steadiness. 40 2. Daddy, I never loved him as I love you, But love wouldn’t let me alone. And now what’s done is cracked and cooling like the empty kiln, oh heart. These days I pretty much behave in Gambier: Wednesdays I put out the trash, Thursdays, recycle. Leaves flare up, the nights edge in, skunks brazen it out, the air is rich enough to stop a horse in its tracks.
Everyone is moved uniformly. I just feel it more in my right shin. I bet there’ll be a scar. 23 Day of Needs I need a form—vertical? horizontal? ) suicidal, or just mental? or (I’m thinking toothache) dental? I need a form—elaborate? simple? (neither gap-toothed grin, nor dimple) spare or (spare me) ample? Would you like a free sample? I need a form—try Chinese menu? ) loony bin, I’ve already been—you think I’m trying to lose or win you? I need a form—for neither/either both/and friendly/heavy breather down to earth and lost in ether (oh brother) I need a form—for what I need some alphabet to write & read (first see-saw, then gone to seed) (don’t plead) 24 I need a form—for I don’t know any more than the next guy, oh next best, next to nothing, no news is good, or make it so I need a form like a hole in my head my heart, my sole, my empty bed the books that I’ve already read & day-old bread Whatever form of need you take (or knead & bake) can’t have your cake & eat it.
Some things we’ll never know. Long distance doesn’t care. We come and go. 39 Facing the Judge, at the Altar Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such a thing? How can it possibly be done? —Sigmund Freud 1. My name is Jenny Scott; I found my end at the Textile Museum, on Embassy Row, on S. Street. What my father didn’t know couldn’t hurt me. What the government didn’t know could hurt him. What is kind in institutions is impersonal, also, what is cruel. Marriage is all it is cracked up to be.