When you cannot think, you feel.
And then only the beautiful is real.
In the 19th century, dark rain was perceived
As painting, and the same thing with the sun,
And poetry remained indoors with those who grieved.
Infant mortality affected everyone.
The 15 year old landlord’s daughter who married
The tax collector Henri Rousseau?
Only one of her six children survived. I know
The paintings of Henri Rousseau. We doubt fame.
Everyone doubts fame. But what else do we know?
They were painting over his canvases. Pablo Picasso
Saw a canvas being sold as a canvas on the street:
It was an unknown Henri Rousseau.
If we don’t know the famous, then what do we know?
The tiger in the jungle in the rain.
It is so lovely. I go back to the 19th century again and again.
Then with improvements of the next century, we started to think.
I was born in the 20th century. I love technicolor films
But there is more feeling in 19th century ink
Than in technicolor kisses, today.
If a birth is going to be too much trouble,
We make it go away.