Guernica The eye works by adjustment. In the museum the eye presents fruit bowls unnervingly still. Platforms and shadows, the eye aligns colours, the eye dreams a unified field. Like a great car mirror how the eye has cavorted. The eye has seen gothic chapels, the eye has seen Guernica, the woman in flames, the agonized horse. We were inside the Reina Sofia. You stood behind me in front of the painting. An object refracted appears falsely close. Though one could rip out the cornea. Sever the optical stalk. No twisted image, only pure sight in the white room, sight and the dissolution of all other ability. Madeleine Cravens Madeleine Cravens lives in New York. She attended Oberlin College, where she studied political science and creative writing. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Best of the Net 2014, the Adroit Journal and IMAGE journal
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