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There is something wonderfully suspicious about a painter who writes a poem called “Bimbo’s Pome.” The spelling is deliberately wrong. The poem is written in the voice of a cat. Its subject is a violin, a master, smoking, scratching and irritation. It is only a handful of lines long, and yet it immediately tells us something important about Paul Klee: he was not particularly interested in keeping the world in its proper categories. Klee was a natural draftsman who experimente