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| Photo by Brassai |
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Jacques Prévert | The cat and the bird
| The village listened miserably To the wounded bird’s cries It was the only bird in the village And it was the only cat in the village That had half-eaten him And the bird stopped singing The cat stopped purring And licking his lips And the village gave the bird A marvellous funeral And the cat who had been invited Walked behind the little straw coffin Where the dead bird was laid out Carried by a pretty young girl Who couldn’t stop crying The cat said to her If I’d known how unhappy this would make you I’d have eaten all of him And then told you That I’d seen him fly away To the very ends of the earth Too far away to ever return And you wouldn’t be so distraught So distressed and full of sorrow Now I see that one should never Do things by half-measures |
Gustav Klimt & Cat
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| Gustav Klimt (1862-1918) with his pet cat, pictured in front of his studio in Wien-Josefstadt © Austrian Archives / CORBIS. Thanks to Astro Nayths |
Charles Bukowski on Cats | From an Interview by Sean Penn
"Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you're feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you'll feel better, because they know that everything is, just as it is. There's nothing to get excited about. They just know. They're saviors. The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It's truly ridiculous."
Interview magazine, September 1987
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