Category: AI Art
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19 Oct: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: Ten Things of Thankful – Week 42 1. Lunch and an afternoon at the Tate Modern with an old friend who I’ve not seen for years. She says I’ve not changed. I told her that looks are deceiving. 2. Finished a pen and watercolour based on a photograph I took from…
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18 Oct: for dVerse’s Quadrille
La Petite Mort Watch her buckles and buttons shinelike fading light of a waning moon.She dances alone with the ancients,leaping over fallen trees, ferns and mosses.They watch her dance until the musicin her head vanishes.Until her song is gone.La petite mort. Note: 1) rewritten/condensed from Six Sentence Story. 2) La Petite Mort: I know the…
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17 Oct: The Bones of Winter
The Bones of Winter The bones of winter rattle ear to ear,and the ghost of my motheris knitting in her chair. Her spine is cold as October, and it descends on me, it is an emotional colour,the light of its juice which won’t go away until March.It glitters of frost in the air, and I…
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16 Oct: A Six – Nature of Things
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: 1964: The Nature of Things: Part 32.3 1964 Stromstad: The Summer of Wolfsbane … and I’m afraid of the Jabberwocky because nobody can tell me what it is, and also Wolfsbane because it makes your brain think you’re flying, and Grandmother fingers…
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16 Oct: A Six – Part: 33
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 33 Danse de Caractère On the rim of morning as sunrise panelbeats stars into the sky … Brigid dances. Her silhouette fades in and out of the moonlight, slips between winter bare trees, a tour en l’air as she leaps over…
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15 Oct: dVerse Quadrille
No Light His was a heart that was closedand locked forever,and though his words were light,airy as any leaf,as if his thoughtswere swept clean by the sea,he carried it, a terrible weight,that of heavy grief, Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 210 “light”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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13 Oct: Ars Poetica
Ars Poetica – Distance Poetry is distance.An owl’s chant.Singing of poems. It’s poetry carried onribbons of moonlightuntil it meets the sky. Written for RDP “distance”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when…
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12 Oct: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. A healthy sourdough starter for my black pepper rye bread. It is yummy with smoked salmon and some chopped onion. 2. After being put off painting ever again, I decided to see if I was still as rubbish at it as once described. I’m thankful that watercolour is forgiving and that…
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9 Oct: A Six – What the Blind See
What the Blind See She is swept by wind and blind as snow, and she sits on a bench that overlooks the sea on Beachy Head. Hers is a salt-soaked throne facing the horizon and its sun-prism sky, and she stares, steady as a pointing stick, looking beyond what I see and shall not see,…
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6 October: Five Minutes of Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness While (Listening to Radio 2 Segment: Hiking in Scotland) Butter’s singing and the frying pan is hot. (raised outside) Turn cubes of stale sourdough with a fork when golden, turn and turn again. Turn – (she’s in great shape) left and right, if left, I mean right, think … which hand do I…
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