Showing posts with label Albrecht Durer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Albrecht Durer. Show all posts

Saturday, August 24, 2013

MOUSE (FROM THE DICTIONARY)






mouse.  The smallest of all beasts; a little animal haunting houses and cornfields, destroyed by cats.
                
The eagle England being in prey,
To her unguarded nest the weazel Scot
Comes sneaking, and so sucks her princely      eggs;
Playing the mouse in the absence of the cat.   

                --  Shakespeare.






[1] Albrecht Dürer, Adam and Eve (detail), 1504, engraving.

[2] Ganesh sits affectionately with his vahana, Mushika, the giant mouse (carved and painted ivory plaque, later 1900's).

[3]  Once, a long time ago, mice terrified me, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.  I learned that they were lovely creatures and what came to terrify me was the regular, horrifying occurrence of one of my cats, doing what comes naturally to them: pouncing, eviscerating, etc., one of these dear creatures and leaving the remains for me (to find first thing in the morning) as a sort of heavily-broken-in-prize-toy.  I can hardly blame Rose and Pansy, both American short-hairs, for pursuing what has been their family trade since long before the Pilgrims brought them to America on the Mayflower as onboard exterminators.  But they really didn’t need to train Claude, the pansy-faced Persian, in the art/craft.  I suppose they were simply making him feel one of the family.  Because we live in a country house, we sometimes have mice.  We try to find them before the cats do and protect them by removing them from harm’s way.  The fact that Claude doesn’t see as well as he used to doesn’t slow him down at all.  He may look cherubic, and he’s as soft and cuddly as can be, but he’s a mighty male and using his other senses, he participates in world events with a fierce understanding of cause and effect, truth and consequences. 

[4]  “Mouse” definition from Johnson’s Dictionary, A Modern Selection by E.L. McAdam, Jr. & George Milne, New York, Pantheon Books, 1963.



Friday, February 1, 2013

HARE, HARE, HARE






GINGERLY walked the hare,
But the pheasant was caught in the snare.
At the beginning of my life
All was still quiet ;
In my latter days
I have met these hundred woes
Would that I might sleep and never stir !







Gingerly walked the hare ;
But the pheasant got caught in the trap.
At the beginning of my life
These times were not yet troublous,
In my latter days
I have met these hundred griefs.
Would that I might sleep and wake no
                            more ! 





Gingerly walked the hare ;
But the pheasant got caught in the net.
At the beginning of my life
The times were still good.
In my latter days,
I have met these hundred calamities,
Would that I might sleep and hear no
                           more


 



Dedicated to Tom and Angelica Clark and to all my hare, rabbit and deer friends.