“A wet canvas sack in the gutter. It is the painting by Zeuxis, the grapes, which the furious birds so desired, so violently pierced with their devouring beaks, that the cluster’s of grapes disappeared, then the colour, then all traces of an image in this twilight hour of the world when they dragged it across the stone tiles.”
Les raisins de Zeuxis et d’autres fables. Yves Bonnefoy.
