By Sonia Lamontagne
Most advantageous recueil de poésie d'une jeune auteure originaire du Nord de l'Ontario.
L'écriture est un corps à corps avec un sentiment de vide et de désarroi familier du quotidien. Cette présence à soi et au milieu définit les enjeux d'une jeunesse qui se cherche. l. a. présence à l'autre évoque les dimensions du corps et du cœur avec une cost d'émotions et d'authenticité.
«le vent m'enlace comme une girouette en branle découpée dans un ciel dense de roches et d'aurores nuptiales mariage de terre et lumière économe en suspens je suis le coq qui s'éveille tête haute dans le chant des alouettes éperdues je suis le coq qui s'éveille dans le can pay de personne un soupir qui surveille le prochain battement »
A tire d'ailes découle du regard d'une jeune femme sur son quotidien, sur les élans ou les confusions du cœur, sur les vagues à l'âme ancrés dans de vagues paysages du Nord de l'Ontario, Fauquier, Sudbury, Blind River. Le texte hint un arc narratif autour de moments clés qui se déploient en quatre temps, menant cette femme d'une jeunesse incertaine du nord ontarien jusqu'à une prise de judgment of right and wrong identitaire et personnelle qui ouvre une standpoint de changement sur le monde.
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His interest in literature had been rekindled and by 1866 Gordon had begun publishing poetry. His long philosophical poem, “Ye Wearie Wayfarer” contained a verse (“Life is mostly froth and bubble …”) which was to become for a time one of the most famous in English literature. However his first book of poems, Sea Spray and Smoke Drift, published in 1867, received generally dismissive reviews and he did not recover his publication costs. Gordon bought some livery stables in Ballarat, then famous for its gold mining.
Two years later, there was an unexpected windfall. Gordon had disappeared from his family’s ken, but was tracked down by a persevering executor, and inherited £7000 from the estate of his mother, already five years dead. He speculated in land and livestock and became a member of parliament. Distracted by adventures in horse racing, his investments went bad and he resigned from his parliamentary seat. His interest in literature had been rekindled and by 1866 Gordon had begun publishing poetry. His long philosophical poem, “Ye Wearie Wayfarer” contained a verse (“Life is mostly froth and bubble …”) which was to become for a time one of the most famous in English literature.
Tis useless cursing vermin in the old bark hut. Faith, such flocks of fleas you never saw, they are so plump and fat, And if you make a grab at one, he’ll spit just like a cat. Last night they got my pack of cards, and were fighting for the cut – I thought the devil had me in the old bark hut. Chorus In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut. I thought the devil had me in the old bark hut. So now, my friends, I’ve sung my song, and that as well as I could, And I hope the ladies present won’t think my language rude, And all ye younger people, in the days when you grow up, Remember Bob the Swagman, and the old bark hut.