But what are those quadrangles with a colorful chess-board pattern under the hooves of the black cow?
I love that question. It’s so specific, it verges on the surreal. It’s from Zbigniew Herbert’s “Lascaux,” the first essay in his exquisite 1962 collection Barbarian in the Garden. Herbert is in the Lascaux cave, looking at the paintings of animals on the walls and vault. He’s unable to answer his question. He knows there are theories, but none are certain. He says, “Amidst the raucous breathing of the Lascaux animals, the geometric signs are silent and perhaps will remain silent forever.” Nevertheless, his question is a beauty – a form of serious noticing.

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