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10 months ago

watch foreign movies without turning the subtitles on.
turn the volume up.

- L. V.

Jose Clemente Orosco, Detail of The Bedroom (c. 1910)

fill your room with conversation
you aren’t a part of.

- L. V.

listen. you’re a ghost now.
listen. until you begin to have dreams of letting people into your life again.
listen. until you desire to be a part of someone else’s life again.

- L. V.

L. V., 24th July '14

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11 months ago

Detail of "Young Painter at His Easel" by Théodore Géricault (French, 1791-1824)

you fell in love with an artist
who covered up white lie after white lie
like they were blank canvases

with raspberry sunsets and ocean blue
eyes, sometimes with midnight forests

that waited in still silence for fires to
devour them because it’s the only way
for them to ever light up.

- L. V.

Detail of "The Painter in his Studio" by Francois Boucher (French, 1703-1770)

don’t fall in love with an artist.
they collect tears to wipe excess rain
bows off their brushes. they’d collect yours
to wipe their hands clean.

- L. V.

Detail of "A Painter at Work" by Paul Cezanne (French, 1839-1906)

i fell in love with an artist once,
who punched fault lines into my heart
and concealed them with red finger paint.

he hung it up to dry and everyone called it
beautiful.

- L. V.

L. V., something i wrote a decade ago

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1 year ago

If I were Icarus,
I would’ve listened.
I wouldn’t have flown too close to the sun.
I wouldn’t have melted wings.
I wouldn’t have plunged [deathward] seaward.

- L. V.

Detail of "Dream of Icarus" by Sergey Solomko (Russian, 1867-1928)

Detail of "The Lament for Icarus" by Herbert James Draper (British, 1863-1920)

If I were Icarus,
there wouldn’t be a tragedy,
no grieving father;
there wouldn’t be a lesson to learn.

- L. V.

L. V., i found this poem floating like a feather in the open sea