Fuseli forenamed Johan. Heinrich
was a bit of a art maverick
He had an obssession with women's hair
painted with abandon&sans a care*
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Nightmare#:~:text=The%20Nightmare%20is%20a%201781%20oil%20painting%20by,infatuation%20and%20obsession%20was%20a%20huge%20popular%20success.
Categories:
fuseli, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
RAVILIOUS a senses of actuality
art evolved
focussed &varied
wide&reflective
fine&applied
complex in sensibility
meditations in depth
with a sense of actuality
spontaneously
observed
immediacy
imagined
senuous&solid
concise&clear
everyday moments
precisely portrayed
in feeling&form
bold&distinctive
articulated
& attractive to the eye
in
time&place
the sense of time
passing
FUSELI FORETOLD
elaborate paraphemalia
animated
by nostalgia
the
strange& terrible
in distant time&place
apparitions
of a terrible zone
twilight
malicious menace
in pathos&terror
as
pictorial incantations
of gothic
revivals
fade
Categories:
fuseli, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Wish You Were Here
The hay bales golden, crimsons and ochre sere leaves fallen-- the caw of the Jackdaw
There was no Nightmare until after the fall, painted and swooned like a Fuseli
the clouds float in staccato and layered rich tones: vibrato from sparrows joins the chorus
the suffering alluring woman frail calling on Nature, who chides the mawkish
yet still holds in her in Her own way,
as she ambles and thinks of loves’ long ago
sadness your becoming frailty; weakness a handmaiden, its alluring on you
and there is a mourning call from the maw of the jackdaw
and the skies go crimson, deep ambers until a now purplish blue
and the clouds become negatives as rotation continue-- I see the first star
appear and think of all the females who thought love’s true
“Boot in the face, the brute. brute heart of a brute like you” said Plath
Tolstoy’s males prevail, the amative women frail, and frailty is true
The tender heart a pulpy thing is simply the mind at war
And Nature now turned to dusky twilight transforms her as before
Categories:
fuseli, lost love,
Form: Acrostic
CONGENIAL IMITATION
Nature and collective idea
not modified by fashion or
by habit, enthroned to day
and dethroned tomorrow.
The artless balance of emotion
founded on propriety,art
emerged into life.An immense
connected well of congenial
invitation unmoved by the clamour
of the crowd not presuming to
exhaust the inexhaustible,
the harmony of the whole
when novelty and feeling warm
a bosom or extort a tear.
From Fuseli lecture to the RA 1801
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and 80 other phrasis on youtube under name of ichthyschiro
Categories:
fuseli, art, poetry, writing,
Form: Verse