Tag: AI Digital Art
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3 November: A Moment
A Moment October.Is gone. It’s another new-born month with a new maskthat’s scented and presseddeep into me like a salty hook pullingme back to the sea, or windforking through dry leaveson bare branches or stuttering soundsof playing cards pegged onbicycle spokes. The sea has turned cold,the waterbites my toes, but only for a moment. Some…
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3 November: 03 Völuspá
Thunderclap Seidhr Odin, took her fra Valhöll’s shelf.He, her protector, and she is Vala who calls on the shapers of stars,for their threads of fate and sight, and she calls to south’s lay of lightand the sun’s earth-tethered moon. Her one hand holds steeds of Hel,in the other a death bell’s knell. Seidhr blood she…
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2 November: She Shapes the Wind
She Shapes the Wind From here,She feels the chalk cliffs breathe.Below her, The Atlantic exhales in waves,And inhales wild vapoursInto its kelp roots. She comes hereWhen her mind is a hive,When her heart despairs. She can leanInto a wall of wind, and holdMirrors to her soul’s window. Vigilance is here,Watching for those who seekPeace of…
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1 November: The Season Leaves Should Love
I.I really should love this season, gilt and ruby leaves that move with the wind, catch and hang in spider webs. But I don’t. People in my family always die in the winter. Every last damned one. II. We are like grass. Some always die, but most lift their veil in spring and renew. Recharge.…
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30 October: The Children’s Menu
The Children’s Menu It’s the nuggets.Always the nuggets.No sauce.He hates sauce. Can I substitute saucefor waffles, he asks.May I, says his mother.Yes you can, says the waitress. And he hates all the noise.It’s always the noise.Knives and forks and platesand the chewing chewing. May you turn off the noise, he asks.Can you, says his mother.No,…
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28 October: 02 Völuspá
Völuspá: The Stir They called her backfrom Valhöll, from green roots and stones. One hand on the rim of heaven,with no knowledgeof where she’d been. She is Vala,the seerer. She casts wordsacross her pearled stones, for those great and large,for fathers of old timesand early borne, for deeds of great recount,for their sons rearedto carrying…
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27 October: A Syzygy Poem
A Syzygy Poem A woman stands in the rain.Hat. No coat. No umbrella.No need. She won’t rust. Shovel in her hand, tendingthe soil. Bends and bows.Rain is her background. She sings around the edgesof a tune from her childhood,something about rainbows. A three-way split “Syzygy poem”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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26 October: Disintegration
Disintegration Do you hear that?There’s an empty space in my voice. A void in my capabilities.To climb a hill, and exhaust it. Stairs by handrailsby step-step, step-step. Do you see the ghost of a womanwho could take stairs two at a time. Zero to sixty in 3.3 seconds.Off-piste.5K. I’m in danger of becomingmoss on a…
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26 October: 01 Völuspá
01 Völuspá (vou.lah.spá) Every fisherman thinks the sea is his own to fish. A man.A woman.Newly wed,Their sacred pledge rang out. He does.She does.But she wants him to be her earth, Now.Forever.Beyond destruction, and a serpent’s kiss. But to the seaHe’ll return,His first love, to fish its depths. And she eases her heartWith stars,And charms,Lit…
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25 October: Tristan and Isolde
Tristan and Isolde She was a fallen leafAnd he was the ground And the stars allowedTheir circles to meetFor the briefest of time. She knew purest joyAnd blackness of loss She was a fallen leaf.And he was her ground. Maria Callas – Wagner- Tristan und Isolde -Liebestod. This is the first opera I ever saw, and…
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