Prompt: I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Prompt: A burden. A tensile stick in the mud. A boat pulled down by chains. A dock under attack by a hurricane. Pillowy, dark clouds. Utter despair, a broken jaw. Bondage, children on leashes, half-arsed foreplay, the pope. Hungry bats, driven angry by campfire smoke. Rising waters, a boat up shit creek without a paddle. A trapped mouse.
Prompt: Beautiful forest human aglow neon double exposure,extremely detailed, highly imaginative and artistic, photorealistic and cel-shaded, rendered in Unreal Engine 64k. full of light, depth, and scale, atmospheric, luminous, iridescent, glowing. 3D texture, Octane render, stunning art
Prompt: Dark Skies. Gardens of Longevity. Fountains of Water. Distant trees. Stromy skies. The Zen of Magic Squares, Circles, and Stars.The Theory of Spinors. The Energy Machine of T. Henry Moray. Symbolic Logic. Game of Logic. The Divine Proportion. Tensor Calculus. Introduction to Crystallography. Euclidean topology, mobius strip, Klein bottle
Prompt: Dark Skies. Tall Trees. Gardens of Longevity. The Zen of Magic Squares, Circles, and Stars. A History of Vector Analysis. The Theory of Spinors. Topics in Algebra. The Energy Machine of T. Henry Moray. Dynamics of Rigid Bodies. Homopolar Handbook. The Mathematics of Games of Strategy. Introduction to Vector and Tensor Analysis. Symbolic Logic. Game of Logic. The Divine Proportion. Tensor Calculus. Introduction to Crystallography. Euclid.
Prompt: A single, perspective, view of Dark Skies, Trees, and Gardens of Longevity. Topiaries of The Zen of Magic Squares, Circles, and Stars, Vector Analysis, Spinors, and Algebra. Wonders in the Sky.
Prompt: Rodin. I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Prompt: "The old barn hunkers on its hill, all peeling white paint, spindled wooden railings overgrown with climbing roses and poison oak." Anton Pieck, Frederick Catherwood, Ferdinand Knab
Prompt: A champagne flute shaped aquarium, three meters tall, brightly lighting up a foggy London street corner. Koi, angelfish, amazon tetras, killifish, plants, tree roots
Prompt: The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Prompt: Brittle bystander, bantam, b-boy, windlass, syntax, bio-illumination, copulation, Alice, waterway, aqueduct, cistern, botox, A darkling thrush, a coppice gate, tangled bine stems that score sky, specter-grey frost, the wind his death lament
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I saw three seals kiss once upon a time. East coast boy turned west. I have been creating visuals since high school. My Dad said, "Do art and you'll be poor." So I became an engineer and the rest, ...
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