Rien ne sera parfait flows like an inner conversation between smoldering fires. It’s a river poem whose sinuosities record the certainties, doubts and bewilderments of a woman faced with imminent environmental catastrophe, the collapse of the living world and all its societies. Disasters don’t lie, and the poet tries to understand their truths, sitting on a small bench that pierces her bones. Faced with the ogre, she wants to raise a cry that leads her away from terror, away from resignation, towards an ecological feminism that sees, in the great imbalance of the world, the opportunity for vital renewal.
Isabelle Gaudet-Labine’s poetry is open to dialogue and the future, and shows its teeth in bold images.
