We sometimes sleep past the satisfaction of our alarms
We drift into others’ minds as by the turning of their heads

A subtle motion without the gesture of question
In a way we’re given no decency

We cling to the fragments of light that make us appear youthful
The same youth that slips up from under us when we hold too tightly

We cast an aura of cool colors
But on the inside we happen to be fairly warm

We find it easier to lie to ourselves looking into someone else’s eyes
We let the rain wash away the meanings of our names

Joshua Rhule’s critical essay “Violence in Art: A Matter of Ethics?” won third prize in the Fourth Annual School of Visual Arts Writing Program Contest. He is a sophomore majoring in Fine Arts at the School of Visual Arts. “My typical art direction is portraiture of the human figure constructed through various mediums, but a newfound intrigue has arisen in me during Visual Poetics class this spring. This class has taught me that the phrasing of certain words and/or a type of anonymity can give someone a particular beauty that painting them could not. I thankfully credit SVA with the figurative opening of my eyes in this way.”