My hiatus afforded me time to contemplate the shortcomings of my writing; and tasting notes in general. As much we might try to evoke a wine, to textualise it and ultimately to capture it, our efforts are always already in vain. It is the nature of representation to draw attention not only to the object in question but also to the absence of that object, a loss which forms the basis of our need to describe.
In the face of this necessary failure I find some comfort in the work of Leonard Cohen.
better than poetry
is my poetry
that is beautiful and
dignified, but is
neither of these itself
And this is, perhaps, a thought worth sustaining as our words continue to fall short of the contents of the glass in front of us.