Sunday, February 9, 2025

Playing

Ravi Shankar and Philip Glass
PASSAGES


FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
The Anti-Christ

The process of evolution does not necessarily mean elevation, enhancement, strengthening.



Daily Painting

Alma Thomas
RED ROSE CANTATA (1973)

Saturday, February 8, 2025

Watching

AKELARRE
Pedro Olea
Spain, 1975


Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

Definitely not because I condone vandalism.

People will literally make up anything. 

People will literally believe anything.

Playing at AllClassical.org (98.9 in PDX)

Richard Wagner
DER FLIEGENDE HOLLÄNDER

Thomas Schippers

George London, Leonie Rysanek, Karl Liebl, Giorgio Tozzi

Performance from March 5, 1960

Playing

Jason Isbell
SOUTHEASTERN


VOLTAIRE

What can you say to a man who tells you he prefers obeying God rather than men, and that as a result he's certain he'll go to heaven if he cuts your throat?


Daily Painting

Hale Aspacio Woodruff
MARISA IN VOGUE (1973)

Friday, February 7, 2025

Watching

DEMON
Marcin Wrona
Poland, 2015



I'm seeing a trend.
Everything the MAGAts, third-party voters, and those who refused to vote asked for.

You motherfuckers ALL own this equally.

Playing

Carl Phillip Emanuel Bach
OBOE CONCERTOS

Zenia Löffler
Akademie für Alte Musik Berlin


JOHN KEATS
“On the Grasshopper and Cricket”

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.

-

Written on December 30, 1816



Daily Painting (Quilt Edition}

Faith Ringgold
THE BITTER NEST, PART II - THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE PARTY (1988)

Thursday, February 6, 2025

Watching

BATTLE FOR THE PLANET OF THE APES
J. Lee Thompson
USA, 1973

From the new issue of Private Eye Magazine.

Playing

RJD2
DAME FORTUNE


JORGE LUIS BORGES
“Mirrors”

I, who felt the horrors of mirrors
Not only in front of the impenetrable crystal
Where there ends and begins, uninhabitable,
An impossible space of reflections,

But of gazing even on water that mimics
The other blue in its depth of sky,
That at times gleams back the illusory flight
Of the inverted bird, or that ripples,

And in front of the silent surface
Of subtle ebony whose polish shows
Like a repeating dream the white
Of something marble or something rose,

Today at the tip of so many and perplexing
Wandering years under the varying moon,
I ask myself what whim of fate
Made me so fearful of a glancing mirror.

Mirrors in metal, and the masked
Mirror of mahogany that in its mist
Of a red twilight hazes
The face that is gazed on as it gazes,

I see them as infinite, elemental
Executors of an ancient pact,
To multiply the world like the act
Of begetting. Sleepless. Bringing doom.

They prolong this hollow, unstable world
In their dizzying spider’s-web;
Sometimes in the afternoon they are blurred
By the breath of a man who is not dead.

The crystal spies on us. If within the four
Walls of a bedroom a mirror stares,
I’m no longer alone. There is someone there.
In the dawn reflections mutely stage a show.

Everything happens and nothing is recorded
In these rooms of the looking glass,
Where, magicked into rabbis, we
Now read the books from right to left.

Claudius, king of an afternoon, a dreaming king,
Did not feel it a dream until that day
When an actor shewed the world his crime
In a tableau, silently in mime.

It is a strange dream, and to have mirrors
Where the commonplace, worn-out repertory
Of every day may include the illusory
Profound globe that reflections scheme.

God (I keep thinking) has taken pains
To design that ungraspable architecture
Reared by every dawn from the gleam
Of a mirror, by darkness from a dream.

God has created nighttime, which he arms
With dreams, and mirrors, to make clear
To man he is a reflection and a mere
Vanity. Therefore these alarms.

Translation by Harold Moreland



Daily Painting

William H. Johnson
THREE GREAT ABOLITIONISTS - LINCOLN, DOUGLASS, BROWN (1945)

Wednesday, February 5, 2025

Watching

CONQUEST OF THE PLANET OF THE APES
J. Lee Thompson
USA, 1972

WIRED, who initially broke the story of Elon Musk's team accessing our Social Security data, has a new development.

Elon Musk and his boys have introduced backdoor code into the Social Security payment system, thereby rendering the $6 trillion system compromised and inoperable. In short, Musk and his brown shirts committed a multi-trillion financial terrorist operation on our our own people using our own government (and uncountable federal crimes).

A billionaire's coup in plain sight. Without a single shot.

Playing

Real Life
HEART LAND


HAROLD PINTER
No Man’s Land

What a remarkably pleasant room. I feel at peace here. Safe from all danger. But please don’t be alarmed. I shan’t stay long. I never stay long, with others. They do not wish it. And that, for me, is a happy state of affairs. My only security, you see, my true comfort and solace, rests in the confirmation that I elicit from people of all kinds a common and constant level of indifference. It assures me that I am as I think myself to be, that I am fixed, concrete. To show interest in me or, good gracious, anything tending towards a positive liking of me, would cause in me a condition of the acutest alarm. Fortunately, the danger is remote.





Daily Painting

Aaron Douglas
THE JUDGMENT DAY (1939)
Cover art for James Weldon Johnson's God's Trombones - Seven Negro Sermons in Verse

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Watching

ESCAPE FROM THE PLANET OF THE APES
Don Taylor
USA, 1971

Reading

Hope Merrlees
LUD IN-THE-MIST

Seen today in Milwaukie, OR.

Playing

Love
FOREVER CHANGES


JAMES JOYCE
“The Dead”

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.



Daily Painting

Horace Pippin
THE GETAWAY (1939)

Monday, February 3, 2025


Watching

BENEATH THE PLANET OF THE APES
Ted Post
USA, 1970

What Tim said.

Playing

We Five
YOU WERE ON MY MIND


JONATHAN CARROLL
The Marriage of Sticks

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.

-

JONATHAN CARROLL
The Marriage of Sticks

One of the reasons why I liked living in Manhattan was that the city would share your mood the moment you walked out the door. If you were in a hurry, everything else was too, even the pigeons. You shared the same speed and sense of urgency to get wherever you were going.

When you had time to kill, it was happy to give you things to look at and do that easily took up whole days. I didn't agree with people who said Manhattan was a cold, indifferent town. Sure it was gruff, but it was also playful and sometimes very funny.



Daily Painting

William H. Johnson
FARM WORKERS (c. 1940)

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Watching

PLANET OF THE APES
Franklin J. Schaffner
USA, 1968


Godless.

Playing

Ben Webster and Oscar Peterson
BEN WEBSTER MEETS OSCAR PETERSON


WAYNE KOESTENBAUM
The Queen’s Throat: Opera, Homosexuality, and the Mystery of Desire

Opera has the power to warn you that you have wasted your life. You haven’t acted on your desires. You’ve suffered a stunted, vicarious existence. You’ve silenced your passions. The volume, height, depth, lushness, and excess of operatic utterance reveal, by contrast, how small your gestures have been until now, how impoverished your physicality; you have only used a fraction of your bodily endowment, and your throat is closed.



Daily Painting

Julie Mehretu
STADIA II (2004)

Saturday, February 1, 2025

Watching

LITAN
aka LA CITÉ DES SPECTRES VERTS
Jean-Pierre Mocky and Jean-Claude Romer
France, 1982




Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

Daily Painting

Jean-Michel Basquiat
BIRD ON MONEY (1981)

Hoe Fascism Works