language I'll say yes
from the top of my rib cage
language will you come
out and unearth the salt the certitude
Between the verbs quivering and streaming, White Piano unfolds its variations like musical scores. A play of resonance between pronouns and persons, freely percussive between prose and poetry, and narrating a constellation of questions, White Piano offers readers a 'language that cultivates its own craters of ﬁre and savoir-vie.'
'Brossard conﬂates writing with lovemaking – "at the hour of bedsheets or ink" – the poems forming a grammar of desire, like a diagrammed body . . . The translation Brossard is obsessed with here is of a different sort, the translation of bodily memories, resurrecting old loves. For Brossard words cover the wounds, "colours that precede / the iodine of words / torment of punctuation."' – The Believer (on Notebook of Roses and Civilization)
'[Brossard] writes with a poetic intensity that burns select lines and sometimes entire paragraphs into the reader's mind.'
– Montreal Gazette