Tag: a.i.Art
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21 Feb: A Miracle Done
You laugh as if a cool sweep of sea has touched your feet, touched your toes white as snowdrops. In your wonderfully wide eyes, cool grass on a summer day is a miracle done. What will your first word be: some sound no one will comprehend until a tide of liquid laughter ripples beyond babble.…
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19 Feb: Journal of Thoughts (and AI)
The I in I Want I want to look at crows on a limband not think Hitchcock. I want to remember the tasteof soft sticky sweets wrappedin dull waxed paper. I want a poetic mould, a soulof mellowed rhyme,of wit and shine. I want to remember wordsand names and famous songsthat sit on the tip…
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17.2 The Whisperoak
The Whisperoak Louisa had always been drawn to the old tree in front of the house. Its roots curled into the stone walls, its gnarled branches scraped the sky, and its massive trunk was hollowed into a darkened passage. Her grandmother said that it was ancient even when she was young and that those who…
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15 Feb: Winter Daybreak
Daybreak 7:15 a.m. Saturday.The sky is the same dreary expanseof rain sodden soil that mirrorsmy emotional tone. Grey hills that catch the light,lifeless as steel—the samelandscape as Sunday, Tuesday, and every daythis February. It’s a Brontë sort of colour,of stunted joy felt by a blossom spurnedand snubbedby a winter chill. Some artwork is created using…
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9.2. Wisting
It’s Saturday, 21.00, and I am watching Wisting on BBC 4, Norwegian, subtitled in English, although I don’t need the subtitles, and there’s a man standing on a wooden dock that rocks with the brush of each wave under its pontoons, and a large dog standing on heaped mounds of rock that look shaped by…
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31 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.11 He sleepsLike an eagle swoopingAnd wakes with wolvesAfter prey. Riki sitt rikiHis kingdom his Sparks from sparks.Secret from silence. Löst at lifaLost to Life And a thousand knowWho rises wiseIs wise , swoopingOver old oceans This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from Ragnarök, The…
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23 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.10
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.10 And of this I know Ár skal misseriA year shall pass He lives free and boldand fiercer than fire Perches on a hill,and on the sixth day Ár skal rísaYear shall rise He measures a half loafagainst sand and sea but he waxed too wiseand never knew happiness Ár…
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21 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
The Weavers c.9 And of this I know.He is life and Was meant for a friend Last,Longest, butTo be fair, FatesGave he and gave he again Litilla sanda To friendsBestowed laughter for laughterBy this friend, he hadBefriended foe Litilla sanda kömer The Weavers spokeTo bearBewareThe snare of laughter Young, you were once,BewilderedWho gave and gave…
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13 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.8
Straight be their road and short,Whose heartsLean into one They ask, nor answer nought. Ërusk gægnhőllir About this better cravingThis bleeding heartThis unsure knowingThis table round as it is long. Ërusk gægnhőllir Yet loveBe their reward, and Straight be their roads and short. This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from…
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