metadata
license: apache-2.0
language:
- en
base_model:
- black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev
tags:
- lora
- flux
- diffusers
- image-generation
pipeline_tag: text-to-image
library_name: diffusers
instance_prompt: >-
ivanovpoem style image with overlay poem text that reads "I'm hearing —
history and the humankind, I'm hearing — exile or else the native land. In
books I read — duplicity and benevolence, Despair and hope, or faith and
faithlessness. And I see, — Something vast, tender — And frightening,
iced to the core, Eternally hope-deprived. And I see, — Torture or else
forgetfulness, — Where everything's lost, forevermore, Its significance.
And I see, — Beyond all time and distances, — Above the poor earth, An
unearthly shimmering."
widget:
- text: ivanovpoem style eclectic collage
output:
url: PoemLora4.webp
- text: ivanovpoem style eclectic collage
output:
url: PoemLoraVar3.png
- text: ivanovpoem style eclectic collage of a world on the verge of dispersion
output:
url: images/example_v0rof6pwm.png
- text: >-
ivanovpoem style eclectic collage, depicting History proceeds in screams
of cold metal, criss-crossing a world heavy with a wild scramble of
desperate photorealistic deserters. Meanwhile, in tacitly dimensioned
ghosty borders, our time schedulers get re-engineered by an enthusiast:
‘Konstantin Ivanov’, a sortova Lenin disguised in self-stacking strawy
wigs & hats; whilst, jerry-rigged onto their flaps & caps & fringes,
cyber-limbs quickly shovel dialectically-synthesized coals unto
alivetime’s horizon. In reply, signals sprout… Looming, hurtling through
trees, out of the dark… diffusely trembling, skating in on hybrid
spectacles' marionette arks… else, drifting over bottomless cosmic-size
imagery basins, these signals raft in on brane-like constructivist frames
periodically fed abstractions, manually snapped & stuffed into transparent
pipeline ends rearing each frame; so that soon, not over times presupposed
but as a real hidden process, half-digested phantom abstractions
graphically spew us, a few million at once, from frames' front-end
breath-holes; some then get picked up & juggled like hot coals by a
grinning Guy Debord, who climbs – slowly transforming to a catty camgirl –
out of a tomb of long-ago cremated airs; and whenever gradient walls ridge
steeper, cherry or tomato juices – but perchance wines of covertly
archived dreams – splash, spilled from that long-ago bullet-burst chest:
no, no longer a bleeding heart of numbered claims, but a peephole: peeking
alivetime’s horizon. And when zoomed onto D.’s lucid glasses: note how
across them, same as ever, great diversities of characteristics slide,
latticed by strained sunlight into books and galleries of inexplicable
unities, such as our faces, apparitioning here or there for a Kodak-flash
or a century, as mirages or as holograms which, viewed from the back or
upside down, disperse into feature catalogues, only to startle one,
condensing years unrepressed, in a supermarket line, all candid & singular
& selfied together with cell phone cameras, blending windows nearer
transparency and unto some certain point extending indefinitely, as of a
spear-tip, and therewith pinning one, as if both or all, onto the musing
walls of our shared proto-history, as like wing-patterned formations of
Nabokov-privatized muses, once distinguishable only by experts, and though
today alone together tomorrow re-taking the air for every wing yet unseen:
all up & up & out towards alivetime’s horizon…
output:
url: images/example_kigb5dabx.png
- text: >-
ivanovpoem style eclectic collage featuring a mix of photographs, abstract
art, and poetic text. The collage includes elements like, on the bottom
left, a portrait of an ultimate cyber-librarian pencil-drawn and inked-in
by by the Soviet artist Yury Annenkov. The composition also features an
photo of Revolutionary Petrograd in 1916, as well as a woman's portrait, a
surrealist quantum spirit figure holding a flower, and contrasting
textures. The imagery is united by themes of history, exile, despair,
faith, and existential musings, creating a richly layered visual
narrative. The short poem text, in large consistent font, reads: "I'm
hearing — history and the humankind…"
output:
url: images/example_wk8bek0sq.png
- text: >-
ivanovpoem style eclectic high quality crisp colorful extremely detailed
collage featuring a mix of photographs, abstract art, and poetic text. The
collage includes elements like, on the bottom left, a portrait of an
ultimate cyber-librarian pencil-drawn and inked-in by by the Soviet artist
Yury Annenkov. The composition also features a color HD photo of
Revolutionary Petrograd in 1919, as well as a woman's portrait, a
surrealist quantum spirit figure holding a flower, and contrasting
textures. The imagery is united by themes of history, exile, despair,
faith, and existential musings, creating a richly layered visual
narrative.
output:
url: images/example_txzay9qa3.png
FLUX LoRA Fine-Tuned on:
I.20 restored/colorized photos + art depicting poet Georgiy Ivanov (1894-1958)
II.60 Artworks/Photos from the 1920s/30s, cross-collaged together with the images of Ivanov
III.2 short 1930 lyric poems by Georgiy Ivanov, translated & overlaid as text onto the visuals.
||| By SilverAgePoets.com |||
|||||||| VARIANT III ||||||||
This LoRA is our second experimental attempt to prototype a text2image "poetry" LoRA, this time of both the poem & the poet.
This is a third variant thereof.
Variant 1 is rank (dim/alpha) 64 and found HERE, Var.2 is 16 and available HERE, whilst this one is rank 8, at 1200 steps.
- Prompt
- ivanovpoem style eclectic collage
- Prompt
- ivanovpoem style eclectic collage
- Prompt
- ivanovpoem style eclectic collage of a world on the verge of dispersion
- Prompt
- ivanovpoem style eclectic collage, depicting History proceeds in screams of cold metal, criss-crossing a world heavy with a wild scramble of desperate photorealistic deserters. Meanwhile, in tacitly dimensioned ghosty borders, our time schedulers get re-engineered by an enthusiast: ‘Konstantin Ivanov’, a sortova Lenin disguised in self-stacking strawy wigs & hats; whilst, jerry-rigged onto their flaps & caps & fringes, cyber-limbs quickly shovel dialectically-synthesized coals unto alivetime’s horizon. In reply, signals sprout… Looming, hurtling through trees, out of the dark… diffusely trembling, skating in on hybrid spectacles' marionette arks… else, drifting over bottomless cosmic-size imagery basins, these signals raft in on brane-like constructivist frames periodically fed abstractions, manually snapped & stuffed into transparent pipeline ends rearing each frame; so that soon, not over times presupposed but as a real hidden process, half-digested phantom abstractions graphically spew us, a few million at once, from frames' front-end breath-holes; some then get picked up & juggled like hot coals by a grinning Guy Debord, who climbs – slowly transforming to a catty camgirl – out of a tomb of long-ago cremated airs; and whenever gradient walls ridge steeper, cherry or tomato juices – but perchance wines of covertly archived dreams – splash, spilled from that long-ago bullet-burst chest: no, no longer a bleeding heart of numbered claims, but a peephole: peeking alivetime’s horizon. And when zoomed onto D.’s lucid glasses: note how across them, same as ever, great diversities of characteristics slide, latticed by strained sunlight into books and galleries of inexplicable unities, such as our faces, apparitioning here or there for a Kodak-flash or a century, as mirages or as holograms which, viewed from the back or upside down, disperse into feature catalogues, only to startle one, condensing years unrepressed, in a supermarket line, all candid & singular & selfied together with cell phone cameras, blending windows nearer transparency and unto some certain point extending indefinitely, as of a spear-tip, and therewith pinning one, as if both or all, onto the musing walls of our shared proto-history, as like wing-patterned formations of Nabokov-privatized muses, once distinguishable only by experts, and though today alone together tomorrow re-taking the air for every wing yet unseen: all up & up & out towards alivetime’s horizon…
- Prompt
- ivanovpoem style eclectic collage featuring a mix of photographs, abstract art, and poetic text. The collage includes elements like, on the bottom left, a portrait of an ultimate cyber-librarian pencil-drawn and inked-in by by the Soviet artist Yury Annenkov. The composition also features an photo of Revolutionary Petrograd in 1916, as well as a woman's portrait, a surrealist quantum spirit figure holding a flower, and contrasting textures. The imagery is united by themes of history, exile, despair, faith, and existential musings, creating a richly layered visual narrative. The short poem text, in large consistent font, reads: "I'm hearing — history and the humankind…"
- Prompt
- ivanovpoem style eclectic high quality crisp colorful extremely detailed collage featuring a mix of photographs, abstract art, and poetic text. The collage includes elements like, on the bottom left, a portrait of an ultimate cyber-librarian pencil-drawn and inked-in by by the Soviet artist Yury Annenkov. The composition also features a color HD photo of Revolutionary Petrograd in 1919, as well as a woman's portrait, a surrealist quantum spirit figure holding a flower, and contrasting textures. The imagery is united by themes of history, exile, despair, faith, and existential musings, creating a richly layered visual narrative.
Georgiy Ivanov (1894-1958) was an influential Russophone poet, critic, novelist, & memoirist.
Posted below, & used towards this LoRA, is our translation of verses appearing in Ivanov’s best-known collection "Roses", first published in Paris, 1930.
I'm hearing — history and the humankind;
I hear — "exile" or "else the native land".
In books, I read of — "duplicity" and "benevolence";
Despair, then hope; or faith and faithlessness.
And I see, — Something
Vast, tender;
— And frightening, iced to the core,
Eternally hope-deprived.
And I see, — Torture,
– Or else forgetfulness;
Where everything's lost, forevermore,
Its significance.
And I see, — Beyond all time and distances,
– Above the poor earth,
An unearthly shimmering.
Check out our other translations from Ivanov's poetry & prose HERE.
Trigger words
You should use ivanovpoem style image with overlay poem text that reads: /I'm hearing — history and the humankind, I'm hearing — exile or else the native land. In books I read — duplicity and benevolence, Despair and hope, or faith and faithlessness. And I see, — Something vast, tender — And frightening, iced to the core, Eternally hope-deprived. And I see, — Torture or else forgetfulness, — Where everything's lost, forevermore, Its significance. And I see, — Beyond all time and distances, — Above the poor earth, An unearthly shimmering./ to cast forth the poet's echoing reveries.
Use it with the 🧨 diffusers library
from diffusers import AutoPipelineForText2Image
import torch
pipeline = AutoPipelineForText2Image.from_pretrained('black-forest-labs/FLUX.1-dev', torch_dtype=torch.float16).to('cuda')
pipeline.load_lora_weights('AlekseyCalvin/Poet_Georgiy_Ivanov_FluxLoRA_bySilverAgePoets')
image = pipeline('your prompt').images[0]
For more details, including weighting, merging and fusing LoRAs, check the documentation on loading LoRAs in diffusers