Vincent Smarkusz

Undiscovered American Genius in Modern Art

"Fusionism"

Mystical Beings emerge suspended within the dreamscape realms of Fusionism

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
~ John Gillespie Magee, Jr

 

Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
 
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
 
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
 
of the year was
awake tingling
with itself
 
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax
 
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
 
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
 
William Carlos Williams