Small Penis Female Doctor

Jean-Philippe Gagnon Christine

(1980)

since no presence mirrored
I'm no longer alone

another night in me
took the appearance of two birds flying motionless

side by side in my blood

How can we live the separation of birth, when the twins come to an end, one saw, and the other not? This question raises the forty poems that make up this first collection, and gives it its beautiful unit.

Nothing funeral provided at Jean-Philippe Gagnon: his voice is Orpheus work light, mildly challenging "the force that I call brother"

I open slatted
Tonight stone and lighthouses

I take my shadows at

silences

A beautiful mastery of language, while simple, but never caught in the deli of poverty, strengthen the control of thought. Gradually, the dialogue with the absent becomes a conversation with yourself:

learn to sleep outside without origin
echo
becoming every night
border

I recite your dreams
domes drilled day

We would like all first collections are much unsettled as desired, as compelling as this one - and finally, as beautiful.

Jean-Marie Perret

• Jean-Philippe Gagnon, Brothers ink and blood , the Hexagon, 2007 (Distribution in France: Librairie du Quebec.)