My daughter turned me on to an app for ai generated art on the internet. You feed it words, it spits out art. It is currently at huggingface.co , but is migrating to craiyon. Follow me here?
It’s the new word salad. Just add piss and vinegar and toss.
Let me back up. Reverse rabbit hole.
I saw a picture of the Zelenskys taken by Annie Liebovitz for Vogue. (I think )
My friend Keith posted it with no comment. The photo had been posted by an acquaintance of his, or a “friend”, as it we call them on Facebook. This discussion is all very meta, not be confused with META. More meta than Classmates.
LET US GO. Down the rabbit hole, Alice.
My comment to the Annie Liebovitz photo comment was as follows:
So a picture is a thousand words. Journalism. Putting the props back in propaganda. I took the bait and I clicked. I clicked my way down the rabbit hole. The rabbit hole is a rabid hole, is a God Shaped Hole. It matches our Devil Shaped soul. Have we been Liebovitzed, her brand - now a verb in the war of words? A thousand words. So many words so little time left. So little time Lefty. “Say a prayer for Lefty too. He only did what he had to do. “.
Some words from Townes.
Townes without pity.
References built on references. With no revenants, or relevance. Low resistance low resolution. Here we are in our final days tossing the word salad, looking for a unicorn. Allow me to expand on my poetry is it is not clear.
Annie Liebovitz is famous, well compensated photographer known for her beginnings in Rolling Stone, then migrating to fashion, Vanity Fair, and now Vogue. She is the Queen of the Lipstick Vogue. Her photos infer a celebration of celebrity. So why the Zelenskys? This is where art meets world. This is the carving of the the Sunday New York Times roast. This is peas on a fork rolling all over the plate.
This is propaganda propagated by US media to what intended effect? The First Lady of Ukraine posed next to the wreckage of a plane. Is this the dawn of war porn?
The picture is there to elicit a response. It is calculated, calibrated and cold as hell.
No warm and fuzzy here. Billions, no trillions of $ dedicated to war, the never ending war, like the never ending Tour by Bob Dylan. Does he really need the money?
Or would he be bored if he stayed home? My Father loved the company of strangers, loved meeting new people. I often wondered if that was a dodge from dealing with the ones he knew. Like his family.
All these old white men making decisions, making war, not love. They need Pfizer to get up in the morning. All these moves to create fear and divide. A thousand points of light. Video games over Baghdad. The First Lady of Ukraine.
Is she the new Fat Lady of Limbourg? It’s not over ‘til the First Lady sings the Fat Lady of Limbourg.
Since this post is pretty much drawn from my cut up and copy/ paste sensibility, let me recycle another thread. There might be enough thread here to weave a sweater!
We see a post about a soldier being court-martialed for speaking out against vaccines.
Support Our Troops as they fight for democracy, save our magical world, Lisa, where unicorns grow on trees.
Can’t they see the irony? A soldier who job is to protect democracy, is being court-martialed for expressing an opinion.
Our world is becoming so surreal. The news is surreal. The algorithms decide what we see, determine what we reference. We fight to maintain a shred of a thread of sanity in all this madness.
Welcome to a World Gone Mad.
A World Gone Wrong.
A Gone World.
Pictures of the Gone World.