Monday, May 27, 2024

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The Dead South
CHAINS & STAKES

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Sandro Chia
UNTITLED (1989)

Sunday, May 26, 2024

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Ludwig van Beethoven
THE BEETHOVEN JOURNEY
Complete Piano Concertos

Lief Ove Andsnes
Mahler Chamber Orchestra

Piano Concerto No. 3 in C minor, Op. 37

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Tom Beecham
CHECK AND CHECKMATE (1953)
if, January 1953




Saturday, May 25, 2024

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FURIOSA
George Miller
Australia, 2024

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Evgeny Kissin and Emerson String Quartet
THE NEW YORK CONCERT

Mozart - Piano Quartet No. 1 in G minor, K478
Fauré - Piano Quartet No. 1 in C minor Op. 15
Dvořák - Piano Quintet in A Major, Op. 81

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Din Boren
DANCE OF THE HEAVENS (2020)

Friday, May 24, 2024

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MAD MAX: FURY ROAD
George Miller
Australia, 2015


Kristin Chenoweth and Ellen Green "Birdhouse in Your Soul" from PUSHING DAISIES

[Brutally short]

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PUSHING DAISIES
Original Television Soundtrack

Jim Dooley
Kristin Chenoweth
Ellen Green


JENNIFER LAWRENCE
2024 GLAAD Media Awards Speech

I love the gay community. In fact, I was in love with a homosexual. He was my first love. I tried to convert him for years, but now I know conversion therapy doesn't work.

Did you hear me, Mike Pence? I said conversion therapy isn't real. Even though I know you think it worked on you.

You know, he’s in New York tonight. He’s receiving a Kids Choice Award for weirdest dick.



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Luigi Spanò
ONLY WITH HER (2005)

Thursday, May 23, 2024

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[Tuesday in May Edition]

ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA
Sergio Leone
USA/Italy, 1984


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Klaus Nomi
"Total Eclipse" [Live, 1981]


Best Klaus Nomi comment ever.

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Klaus Nomi
SIMPLE MAN


SAMUEL BECKETT
The Unnamable

Not to be able to open my mouth without proclaiming them, and our fellowship, that’s what they imagine they’ll have me reduced to. It’s a poor trick that consists in ramming a set of words down your gullet on the principle that you can’t bring them up without being branded as belonging to their breed. But I’ll fix their gibberish for them. I never understood a word of it in any case, not a word of the stories it spews, like gobbets in a vomit. My inability to absorb, my genius for forgetting, are more than they reckoned with. Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end. Nothing will remain of all the lies they have gutted me with. And I’ll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of coma.


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Liu Xiaodong
XUZI AT HOME (2010) 

Wednesday, May 22, 2024

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[Tuesday in May Edition]

LORD LOVE A DUCK
George Axelrod
USA, 1967

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[Tuesday in May Edition]

I'LL TAKE SWEDEN
Frederick De Cordova
USA, 1965



GEORGE MONBIOT
Regenesis - Feeding The World Without Devouring The Planet

After the Civil War battle at Shiloh, Tennessee, in 1862, thousands of injured soldiers were left lying in the mud, in some cases for two days and two nights, as the number of casualties on both sides was so great that it overwhelmed their armies' capacity to retrieve and treat them. Many died from their injuries and the consequent infections. 

But at night, some of the injured men noticed a strange blue glow emanating from their wounds. Their ghostly penumbra could be seen from a distance. Field surgeons observed that the soldiers who luminesced healed more quickly and had a higher survival rate than those who didn't. They called it the Angel's Glow.

An explanation for the Angel's Glow was proposed 139 years later, when a seventeen-year-old high-school student, William Martin, acting on a hunch, persuaded his friend Jonathan Curtis to help him investigate. Their paper, which won a national science prize, argued that the soldiers appear to have been attacked by insect-eating nematodes in the soil contaminating their wounds. The nematodes regurgitated their bacteria, and the antibiotics these microbes produce are likely to have destroyed the other pathogens infecting the wounds.

Because the luminous bacteria have evolved to infect insects, whose body temperature is lower than that of humans, the students speculated that only hypothermic soldiers were inoculated. When they were brought in for treatment, and warmed up, the bacteria that had saved them died, preventing complications.


Tuesday, May 21, 2024

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THIEF
Michael Mann
USA, 1981


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Willie Nelson
THE TROUBLEMAKER


WALLACE SHAWN
“Night” from Night Thoughts

Night is a wonderful blessing. It's amazing, and I'm so grateful for it. In the darkness, lying in bed, we can stop. To be able to stop-that's amazing. We can stop. We can think. Of course it's frightening too. We think of what may happen to us. We think about death. Murders and murderers stand around the bed. But night gives us a chance to consider the possibility that we can start again, that when day comes we can begin again in a different way.

The aggressiveness that has been our daily mode of being can't help us any more. We wake up and start massacring people whom we see as our enemies. We wake up and break into the earth with gigantic drills and terrifying explosions. We wake up and find our place in a monstrous final struggle. On the one side, there are all the lucky people, and on the other side, strangely allied together, we find all the unlucky people, plus the birds, the crickets, the ladybugs, the bees, the monkeys, the parrots, the forests, and the rivers. At the moment, the lucky people are clearly winning, and almost all the evidence seems to indicate that they'll ultimately prevail.

The nonhuman creatures and the unlucky people are running from place to place, gassed, strafed, shot at, booby-trapped, gasping for breath. And the living planet that we've blasted and bombed and injected with poison is now, like an enormous animal who's been tortured for hours by some horribly disturbed demented children, finally beginning to die, and its terrible groans are dreadful to hear. But the animal may not die, if we can convince the children, who are ourselves, to stop killing it. It's perhaps still a possibility that we might be able to stop being murderers. This could be our night, and during this night we might be able to stop. Stop. Think. And start again in a different way.



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Sigrun Gunnarsdóttir
THE RAVEN (2008)

Monday, May 20, 2024

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THE MANY LOVES OF DOBIE GILLIS
Season One






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George Monbiot
REGENESIS
Feeding The World Without Devouring The Planet

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Concrete Blonde
BLOODLETTING


TOM WAITS
“Misery is the River of the World”

The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
'Round the trunk of a tree

All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again

Misery's the river of the world

The higher that the monkey can climb
The more he shows his tail
Call no man happy 'till he dies
There's no milk at the bottom of the pail

God tempers all the ruins for the new shorn lands
The devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And still have room for you and me

If there's one thing you can say about mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again

For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost

And misery's the river of the world
Misery's the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!



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Odd Nerdrum
THE SINGERS (1984)

Sunday, May 19, 2024

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THE MANY LOVES OF DOBIE GILLIS
Season One





WALLACE SHAWN
"Morality" from Night Thoughts

But I've actually lived long enough now to have figured out what the word "morality" really refers to. I do know what it means, although it's pretty outrageous. It refers to a very simple thought: we shouldn't accept this principle that strong inevitably triumphs over weak. Luck has distributed strength in an arbitrary way: this lion is stronger, this elk is stronger, this group of people lives closer to the river, this group of people lives farther away. Luck has given the person with the penis, the people with the guns, a bit more strength, and so they've trampled over everyone else. Morality says we shouldn't accept that. For the bigger kid to take the smaller kid's candy bar is not right; it's wrong. And if the bigger kid gives that candy bar to me, the process by which I received it was wrong, and it's wrong for me to have it, and it's wrong for me to eat it.



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Victor Brauner
THE SURREALIST (1947)

Saturday, May 18, 2024

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Kevin Putts
THE HOURS
Libretto by Greg Price

Renée Fleming
Kelli O’Hara
Joyce DiDonato

Kyle Ketelsen, Denyce Graves, Sean Panikkar, John Holiday, William Burden, Brandon Cedel, Eric Jurenas

Kensho Watanabe
The Metropolitan Orchestra and Chorus

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Philip Glass
THE HOURS
Music from the Motion Picture

WALLACE SHAWN
"Teachers" from Night Thoughts

I myself still haven't escaped the desire for comfort. I like comfort, I like comfort enormously —even luxury, if I can get my hands on it. But my teachers softened me up, without any question. I'd say I'm halfway to decadence. My manliness gauge stands at more than half empty. And that's also true for many of my friends. And many of their friends.

If someone says to me, "Your air conditioner uses energy sources that are raising the level of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere," I may take a hard look at the person who's saying it, think for a moment, and ignore what they said. But if all my friends gave up their air conditioning units, I wouldn't insist on keeping mine. And if some day next week or some day a few years from now, the great masses of the unlucky should come to my door and want to confiscate my air conditioner or even my entire apartment, I'm pretty sure that I won't fight them. I'm pretty sure I'll simply give up. I'll simply surrender. If some of my neighbors form an army of the lucky to fight the unlucky, I won't join. I'm much too lazy to fight for what I have, and what would make me an impossibly poor soldier in the army of the lucky is that I don't really believe I have a right to what I have. I know that my side is not the right side. I know that my life has always been wrong. So today I can very easily live my life and enjoy my life, even love my life, but if the moment comes, I won't kill for it, and I won't even fight for it.

In other words, I'm saying that one way that a great upheaval could possibly occur without the shedding of blood would be if those who are now the lucky elite could already, today, be privately at work on quietly melting and softening their own shells, to use a snail metaphor, so that ultimately they would all become small worm-like creatures who wouldn't fight and couldn't fight. And this is not a preposterous fantasy. The children of the most ruthless executives and military commanders very often turn out to be delicate aesthetes who want nothing more than to play with puppets or make long necklaces out of small colored beads.



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Jenny Saville
PROPPED (1992)

Friday, May 17, 2024

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Wallace Shawn
NIGHT THOUGHTS


ALICE MUNRO
"Spaceships Have Landed"

When they parked, and sometimes even while they drove, Billy put an arm around Rhea’s shoulders and squeezed her. A promise. There were promises also during their dances. He was not too proud to nuzzle her cheek then or drop a row of kisses on her hair. The kisses he gave her in the car were quicker, and the speed, the rhythm of them, the little smacks they might be served up with, informed her that they were jokes, or partly jokes. He tapped his fingers on her, on her knees and just at the top of her breasts, murmuring appreciatively and then scolding himself, or scolding Rhea, saying that he had to keep the lid on her.

“You’re quite the baddy,” he said. He pressed his lips tightly against hers as if it was his job to keep both their mouths shut.

“How you entice me,” he said, in a voice not his own, the voice of some sleek and languishing movie actor, and slipped his hand between her legs, touched the skin above her stocking—then jumped and laughed, as if she was too hot there, or too cold.

“Wonder how old Wayne is getting on?” he said.

The rule was that after a time either he or Wayne would sound a blast on the car horn, and then the other one had to answer. This game—Rhea did not understand that it was a contest, or at any rate what kind of a contest it was—came eventually to take up more and more of his attention. “What do you think?” he would say, peering into the night at the dark shape of Wayne’s car. “What do you think, should I give the boy the horn?”

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Norbert Schwontkowski
UNTITLED (AT THE BONFIRE) (2007)

Thursday, May 16, 2024

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SERIAL

Bill Perry

USA, 1980

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A SAFE SPACE
Henry Jaglom
USA, 1971

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Tom Waits
FRANK'S WILD YEARS


ALICE MUNRO
Selected Stories

A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you.



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Rimi Yang
PREMEDITATED PASSION (2012)

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

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MINOR PREMISE
Eric Schultz
USA, 2020


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Joseph Haydn
IL RITORNO DI TOBIA

Nikolaus Harnoncourt

Sen Guo, Valentina Farcas, Ann Hallenberg, Mauro Peter, Ruben Drole

Arnold Schoenberg Chor
Orchestra La Scintilla


JOHN ASHBERY
"The Chateau Hardware"

It was always November there. The farms
Were a kind of precinct; a certain control
Had been exercised. The little birds
Used to collect along the fence.
It was the great “as though,” the how the day went,
The excursions of the police
As I pursued my bodily functions, wanting
Neither fire nor water,
Vibrating to the distant pinch
And turning out the way I am, turning out to greet you.



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Victor Brauner
MIROIR DE L'INCREE (1945)

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

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[101 Shorts Edition]

23. LES SOUFFRANCES D'UN OEUF MEURTRI
Roland Lethem
Belgium, 1967

22. CATHARSIS
Hélène Cattet and Bruno Forzani
Belgium, 2000

21. PANDROGENY MANIFESTO
Aldo Lee and Dionysos Andronis
Greece / France, 2005

20. THEOCORDIS
Serge Cotret
Canada, 2007

19. PANTELIA
Micki Pellerano
USA, 2007

18. PINHOLE FLAMES
Amy Schwartz
Canada, 2007

17. BURN
Reynold Reynolds and Patrick Jolley
USA. 2002

16. WESTERN SUNBURN
Karl Lemieux
Canada. 2007

15. CONVULSION EXPULSION
Usama Alshaibi
USA, 2004

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Einar Englund
PIANO QUINTET (1941)
STRING QUARTET (1985)

Sinfonia Lahti Chamber Ensemble
Peter Lönnqvist


ALBERT CAMUS
The Rebel

Industrial society will open the way to a new civilization only by restoring to the worker the dignity of a creator; in other words, by making him apply his interest and his intelligence as much to the work itself as to what it produces. The type of civilization that is inevitable will not be able to separate, among classes as well as among individuals, the worker from the creator; any more than artistic creation dreams of separating form and substance, history and the mind. In this way it will bestow on everyone the dignity that rebellion affirms.

It would be unjust, and moreover Utopian, for Shakespeare to direct the shoemakers' union. But it would be equally disastrous for the shoemakers' union to ignore Shakespeare. Shakespeare without the shoemaker serves as an excuse for tyranny. The shoemaker without Shakespeare is absorbed by tyranny when he does not contribute to its propagation.



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Max Ernst
THE ANTIPOPE (1941)