The Body is Not a Prison is a minor male echo to Québec authors in the tradition of Hébert, Blais and Marlatt. In her novel, La Belle Bête, Marie-Claire Blais depicts a dislocated time before god: no spirit, only flesh, wallowing in a land without ethic. "She lifted him, but his weight was more than she could bear. She laid him over her knees, mournfully, as though he were dying" (Mad Shadows, 1959). In there are also the many voices of my central figure, Adam Robot. The soul winks on, winks off. This is for the absent man, the lost father that is missed, the usurper and the stone.