Language is an exile
At the borders of the moment
That contains its form—
...
Where the agonies crack
Lives a man who attacks
Hegemony, madness
...
Claude Beausoleil is a Montreal writer who has been extremely active for over thirty years.)
[Language is an exile At the borders of the moment]
Language is an exile
At the borders of the moment
That contains its form—
Secret, ecstatic and close—
Aura as accessory
Time's words
History and its reasons
Under great pressure of play
Causing an urge
To swallow fire
And I write these words freely
Like a song that prolongs
And invents my life
In a manner of saying
That passion is survived
By a radiant desire
translated by by Suzanne Buffam