Of Tits and Mice

There is an animal that's called a titmouse. Well, let's take a good look at this compound noun. This is a woman's tit:

and this is a mouse:

And this is a titmouse:

And the plural (after all, this blog is to brush up on your English:) is titmice. (Following the mouse-mice irregular pattern.) Here we go:

Funny things. Names.

It is here!

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

(e.e. cummings)

"One eye sees, the other feels"

I haven't written for a while and it's time I blogged a bit about the Paul Klee quotations that I mentioned two posts ago.

The first remarkable statement, which is almost like a revelation, is about the connection between the painter and colour. This is what Klee said after his travels in Tunisia and Egypt:

"Colour possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Colour and I are one. I am a painter."

The next one is about the importance of every single day. At the end of each day you have to look back and honestly judge whether you've accomplished what you planned for that day or you have fallen short of it.

"A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller."

What about your day? How has it been? Has it made you larger or smaller?
My favourite Paul Klee quotation is about perception:

"One eye sees, the other feels."

To me this means that perception does not only happen in an objective and rational way. Your emotions always interfere with the way you perceive the world. It is important to know this when you have a really strong feeling at the sight of something. Is it really there, or am I adding my emotions on top of what I see? Is the mystery really there or do I want it to be there?

                                                         Black Night