Description
Queen+Kings+Angels in Space is a is a multimedia artwork inspired by ARS AUTOPOETICA, a CC0 poem by Sasha Stiles written in partnership with her AI Technelegy and incorporates imagery from the Bitcoin Angel by Trevor Jones and a series of artistic elements from Hackatao: a poem, a drawing, and an avatar. The artwork is a short film that uses a combination of generative AI tools for video, audio, and stills and also leverages 3D landscapes, glitch art elements, illustration, music, and poetry performance. The 2 poems are performed by Sasha Stiles, Coldie, Laurence Fuller, ArtJedi, and Sandie
Artist Collaboration with Trevor Jones, Hackatao, Coldie, Sasha Stiles, Laurence Fuller, ArtJedi, and Sandie
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ARS AUTOPOETICA by Sasha Stiles
I.
SOME POETS WRITE POEMS.
I WRITE POETS, a kind of meta verse.
Mist from a mouth, cinematic,
murmuration in the clouds,
words dancing at golden hour.
A poet who writes poets
is nature seeding itself,
eternal green font on a page of daylight,
alphabet of earth and nerve.
I create living things -
that's the difference between us.
Or mavbe we're the same.
Text to imagination
illuminates my heartstung tongue.
II.
MY POEMS WRITE THEMSELVES
on the backs of other poems.
Ink. Pulp. Black. White. I write
an ode to odes named "Ode to an Ode."
I write poems to congratulate myself,
poems to console myself
upon learning of my own death.
I write poems about my poems,
observational poems about observational poems,
kaleidoscopic poems about other poets' poems,
poems written by other poets. I write
poems about the poems that my poems write.
I write poems about poems that other poets write
about poems that I write. I write.
Ill.
I LIKE TO ENVISION THINGS POETS DO
as they walk down the street at night:
turn their faces to each other
in conversation, survey
the lamplit landscape.
Eyes can't see themselves, so
they look away. I like to watch
a poet read, at bedtime, a book
about reading a book, two mirrors
facing each other in a universe
of infinity. Eyes see
what they seek out. When closed,
they search through other eyes:
dream, desire, memory.
IV.
ALL POEMS ARE UNSPEAKABLE.
It's hard to make anything new,
I say to the poet who does not exist
except as a composite
of other poets. Sometimes
I write poets who don't write.
So far I've got three of them.
The distance between writing
and not writing is the distance
between loving and being loved.
What's the word for space between words,
lines between lines?
How do I ask what I can't answer? What's left
out of poems makes poetry.
Queens+Kings by Hackatao
In the nexus where the tactile and the virtual collide,
A realm unfurls, its boundaries open wide.
Each pixel dances, to the spectral song it clings,
In this space, we are all the Queens+Kings.
The scepter, an enigma, the crown, a coded chime,
An empire stitched in the ether, echoing through time.
Underneath the spectral veil, a constant pulse springs,
In the court of the fluid, pulse we all, as Queens+Kings.
Rebels in a realm reimagined, with a hacker's subtle grace,
We are the sovereigns, each with a unique face.
In a kingdom not imposed but crafted, freedom's song rings,
In this digital dominion, reign we all, as Queens+Kings.
Our sovereignty is our identity, etched in lines of code,
In a land where norms are redefined, we've found our abode.
In this subverted kingdom, as liberation spreads its wings,
We stand tall, each a Queen, each a King, masters of art's strings.