The Fabulous Body of Wine | Francois Huglo

Author: François Huglo The vines are written, in circles, full-bodied and sinuous in tendrils, knots and volutes, spirals interspersed on the lines of their trellising. In these horizontal thickets, in winter, irons and arms intersect, forming Xs, Vs, and Ys, the vines pushing their horns, old bulls and young rams. Lyres, antennas, tuning forks. Breaks: some feet are missing. And the letters start to follow each other again, to resemble each other and not to resemble each other. Staves for a baroque music. Fallen woods unravel from their structure, like the branches of apple trees, with spaced, rising curves, ribs of the rib cage, frame of a wreck (the carcass of a large animal in the desert, a galleon stranded on its gold). But it does not speak of death, the fall of the excess of pruned vines, which will become bundles for the rib steak, nothing funereal in the pruning, the beautiful simplicity of winter, an alchemical season, a test of the four elements, a revealing bath. In spring, on the vines and their horns (the curved stars), the knots of rushes, wicker or string seem like a delicate attention, more a celebration than a concern for the harvest. Isolated from all the operations aimed at improving a harvest, considered on its own, in its repetition every year for generations, ...Publisher: Des Vanneaux (2005), 12x21 cm, 41 pages, paperback.