the art of seeing

Years ago, i wrote a poem called 'Misreadings', based on a rather funny episode when i'd misread (in a cookbook, or maybe some advertisement for kitchen equipment) 'frying spatula' as 'flying spatula'. Quite a funny image, if you think about it, and something i turned into a piece about perception and interpretation.
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It's something i still think about quite a lot. Not flying spatulas, obviously. But about perception. What is it that makes us see what we see? How is it that 2 people can look at the exact same situation, and see such completely different things? And this doesn't even have to be confined to questions of meaning. i mean, that internet uproar about The Dress earlier this year was precisely about the issue of visual colour perception. (It's white and gold!)
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Right now i'm praying that what i see will be the 'right' thing for me to see, whatever 'right' is. It's so important, to see things right.
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