A VQGAN+CLIP interpretation of Kubla Khan (Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.) by Coleridge, style by @GurneyJourney [inspired by @moultano's Sacred Library]
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Source code:
cat kubla.txt | while read line; do python vqgan_clip.py --max-iter 200 --model wikiart_16384 --prompt "$line" 'James Gurney' ; done
cat kubla.txt | while read line; do python vqgan_clip.py --max-iter 200 --model wikiart_16384 --prompt "$line" 'James Gurney' ; done
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