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“We watched him shrivel/at the bottom of his bed/slowly/slowly/until he was nothing more/just a small thing.” Melting ice on earth occupies Bruno Doucey, in his latest collection, Glacier. After the deserts, about which he directed an “encyclopedic summation” nearly twenty years ago in Robert Laffont, here was the poet and editor, committed to incorporating the cryosphere into poetry, a way to mobilize for their preservation at a time when they were being forcibly removed.
The work, consisting of poems in free verse and calligrams, typed by Esther Szac, is cut in the middle by the fictional diary of a glaciologist on an expedition to Antarctica. Some texts clearly refer to breaking news (the Blatten disaster in the spring in Switzerland for example) while others take the linguistic side, meaning they aim to report through words about noise, streaming, the vicissitudes of life (and death).
