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‘Laziness’ by Félix Vallotton, c. 1896.

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Ed Ruscha - Burning Gas Station, 1966-69

Oil on canvas (51 x 99 cm)

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Christine de Pizan, Épître d’Othéa, 15th century

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Glow into you/waxing crescent

Our moon doesn’t have its own light, it merely reflects the luminescence of the sun. Languidly draped across my bed, I think of better ways to express my affection toward you: slurred speech, acoustic song, aimless letters, gestures of grand ambition but poor follow-through. Crossing more off of a to-do list I constantly keep in the furrows of my forehead.

How am I to compete with a gaze which warms me as if it’s sunlight through the window on a March afternoon? I’ve begun to take on a golden iridescence. Poesy, albeit lowbrow, falls from my pen, and I titter on through my days, a blushing schoolgirl doodling lopsided hearts with two sets of initials inlaid.

In this light I’m seen as I see: a glowy blur of brilliance. Trembling as these expressions fall from my point of creation, lucidity peers past the tunnel vision. I don’t fear a sunburn in the night, so that is where I mostly soak you in. My sheets smell of sugar, pillows scented from two types of shampoo, my cheeks warm in a spreading blush. I’m alight from laying in your radiance.

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Today From the Archives: Headlines With No Context

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He dreamt one night that she came and kissed him, and with that kiss she entered his body. She looked through his eyes and listened with his ears. In the morning nothing had changed.

Duane Michals, from the series Person to person, 1974

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Leon Wyczółkowski (Polish, 1852-1936)

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