"Analyse" ('Analysis') drawn by the Alsatian François Henninger and written by the London-born Frenchman Thomas Gosselin from their graphic novel about the body and the disintegration of meaning set during the the Cold War: Lutte des Corps et Chute des Classes (roughly 'Struggle of Bodies and Fall of Classes'), published by Jean-Christophe Menu's L'Apocalypse in 2013. I've translated it below:
I like your aristocratic body.
Your golf and polo player muscles which have never experienced the horrors of the factory.
Your ample movements. You look like someone accustomed to large rooms and high ceilings.
Your decent weight of someone who has never had to suffer from malnutrition.
Your milky dermis which lets the cyan furrows of your racy blood shine through.
The delicacy of your fingers which have never touched dirty dishwater.
I love Henninger's thin, scraggly line and Gosselin's matter-of-fact prose poetry ("cyan furrows of your racy blood" is especially good). This page, which essentially functions as a short story in itself, would feel right at home in a collection of Michael DeForge's, with its dry humour and wry social commentary.
