Marialuk (“ thank you very much ”, in Inuktitut), can exclaim our northern poet Jean Désy who delivers, with No I won’t die one of his most beautiful testimonies.
That of a man who almost died in the tundra of Nunavik following a snowmobile accident in the middle of winter, in the Kangiqsujuaq region. The book is a long and deep translating monologue, in fine, his unconditional love of the North, no matter what. The adoration of a place of challenges, threats, silences, beauties, lights and solidarity.
Due to a second of inattention, Jean Désy found himself stuck in a ravine, his bones broken, alone in the middle of nowhere. He tells with his beautiful boreal poetry his pain, his fight against the cold and the wolves, his fight to survive, the memories that emerge when death lurks. Everything goes there. The improvised distractions to forget the anguish, the delusions, the dreams, the prayers, the drunkenness of detachment then the fear, the tears, the abandonment to the sad fate, to this white immensity which then touches on the beyond . A very beautiful poem to life and to this North so great, so strong and which, if we fall asleep, bites us.