Magritte (Remove filter)
The Empire of Light
We bathe in contradiction for a while,
Which harshness of proximity creates.
Magritte did not intend to reconcile;
Stand back or near, the viewer still debates.
Where does the darkness end and light begin?
It seems as though the night should not be here.
Yet lower down, the slowly gaining gloom
Sucks out illumination from the room.
Outside, a lamp burns weakly in its f...
Tuesday 21st May 2024 8:48 am
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