NOPE

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Jordan Peele

USA, 2022

Art Porn

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Photographer unknown to me.

Coming in November ... Again

NÖEL COWARD IN NEW YORK

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Nöel Coward

NÖEL COWARD
"I Went to a Marvelous Party"
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Quite for no reason

I'm here for the Season

And high as a kite

Living in error

With Maud at Cap Ferrat

Which couldn't be right

Everyone's here and frightfully gay

Nobody cares what people say

Though the Riviera

Seems really much queerer

Than Rome at its height

Yesterday night

I went to a marvelous party

With Nounou and Nada and Nell

It was in the fresh air

And we went as we were

And we stayed as we were

Which was Hell

Poor Grace started singing at midnight

And didn't stop singing till four

We knew the excitement was bound to begin

When Laura got blind on Dubonnet and gin

And scratched her veneer with a Cartier pin

I couldn't have liked it more

I went to a marvelous party

I must say the fun was intense

We all had to do

What the people we knew

Would be doing a hundred years hence

Dear Cecil arrived wearing armor

Some shells and a black feather boa

Poor Millicent wore a surrealist comb

Made of bits of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome

But the weight was so great that she had to go home

I couldn't have liked it more

People's behavior

Away from Belgravia

Would make you aghast

So much variety

Watching society

Scampering past

If you have any mind at all

Gibbon's divine Decline and Fall

Seems pretty flimsy

No more than a whimsy

By way of contrast

On Saturday last

I went to a marvelous party

We didn't start dinner till ten

And young Bobbie Carr

Did a stunt at the bar

With a lot of extraordinary men

Dear Baba arrived with a turtle

Which shattered us all to the core

The Grand Duke was dancing a foxtrot with me

When suddenly Cyril screamed "Fiddl-de-dee"

And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea

I couldn't have liked it more

I went to a marvelous party

Elise made an entrance with May

You'd never have guessed

From her fisherman's vest

That her bust had been whittled away

Poor Lulu got fried on Chianti

And talked about esprit de corps

Maurice made a couple of passes at Gus

And Freddie, who hates any kind of a fuss

Did half the Big Apple and twisted his truss

I couldn't have liked it more

I went to a marvelous party

We played the most wonderful game

Maureen disappeared

And came back in a beard

And we all had to guess at her name

We talked about growing old gracefully

And Elsie who's seventy-four

Said, "A, it's a question of being sincere

And be, if you're supple you've nothing to fear

Then she swung upside down from a glass chandelier

I couldn't have liked it more

PANIC IN YEAR ZERO

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Ray Milland

USA, 1962

Emö Dohnányi

SYMPHONY NO. 2

[Premiere Recording]

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Matthias Bamert

BBC Philharmonic

CARL VAN DOREN

"Why I Am an Unbeliever"

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 As to gods, they have been, I find, countless, but even the names of most of them lie in the deep compost which is known as civilization, and the memories of few of them are green. There does not seem to me to be good reason for holding that some of them are false and some of them, or one of them, true. Each was created by the imaginations and wishes of men who could not account for the behavior of the universe ~ in any other satisfactory way. 

No god has satisfied his worshipers forever. Sooner or later they have realized that the attributes once ascribed to him, such as selfishness or lustfulness or vengefulness, are unworthy of the moral systems which men have evolved among them­selves. Thereupon follows the gradual doom of the god, however long certain of the faithful may cling to his cult. 

In the case of the god who still survives in the loyalty of men after centuries of scrutiny, it can always be noted that little besides his name has endured. His attributes will have been so revised that he is really another god. Nor is this objec­tion met by the argument that the concept of the god has been purified while the essence of him survived. In the concept alone can he be studied; the essence eludes the grasp of the human mind. 

I may prefer among the various gods that god who seems to me most thoroughly purged of what I regard as undivine elements, but I make my choice, obviously, upon principles which come from observation of the con­duct of men. Whether a god has been created in the image of gross desires or of pure desires does not greatly matter. The difference proves merely that different men have desired gods and have furnished them­selves with the gods they were able to conceive.

VERSION 2.0

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Garbage

MIRCEA ELIADE

Ordeal by Labyrinth: Conversations with Claude-Henri Rocquet

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The crises of modern man are to a large extent religious ones, insofar as they are an awakening of his awareness to an absence of meaning.

LOVE HAS COME FOR YOU

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Steve Martin and Edie Brickell

ELIAS CANETTI

Kafka's Other Trial: The Letters to Felice

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A large part of Kafka's work consists of tentative steps toward perpetually changing possibilities of future. He cannot acknowledge a single future, there are many; this multiplicity of futures paralyzes him and burdens his every step.

VICIOUS

Season One

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Directed by Ed Bye

Written by Gary Janetti

1930s VIOLIN CONCERTOS, VOL I

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Gil Shaham

David Robertson, Juanjo Mena, New York Philharmonic, Staatskapelle Dresden, BBC Symphony Orchestra, Boston Symphony Orchestra

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Samuel Barber

VIOLIN CONCERTO, OP. 14

Alban Berg

VIOLIN CONCERTO “TO THE MEMORY OF AN ANGEL”

Karl Amadeus Hartmann

CONCERTO FUNÈBRE FOR SOLO VIOLIN AND STRING ORCHESTRA

Igor Stravinsky

VIOLIN CONCERTO IN D MAJOR

Benjamin Britten

VIOLIN CONCERTO IN D MINOR, OP. 15 

JOHANNES V. JENSEN

"At Memphis Station"

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Half-awake and half-dozing,

in an inward seawind of danaid dreams,

I stand and gnash my teeth

at Memphis Station, Tennessee.

It is raining.

The night is so barren, extinguished,

and the rain scourges the earth

with a dark, idiotic energy.

Everything is soggy and impassable.

Why are we held up, hour upon hour?

Why should my destiny be stopped here? 

Have I fled rain and soul-corrosion

in Denmark, India, and Japan,

to be rain-bound, to rot, in Memphis,

Tennessee, U. S. A.?

And now it dawns. Drearily light oozes

down over this damp jail.

The day uncovers mercilessly

the frigid rails and all the black mud,

the waiting-room with the slot-machine,

orange peels, cigar-and match-stumps.

The day grins through with spewing roof-gutters,

and the infinite palings of rain,

rain, say I, from heaven and to earth.

How deaf the world is, and immovable!

How banal the Creator!

And why do I go on paying dues

at this plebeian sanatorium of an existence!

Stillness. See how the engine,

the enormous machine, stands calmly and seethes;

shrouding itself in smoke, it is patient.

Light your pipe on a fasting heart,

damn God, and swallow your sorrow!

Yet go and stay in Memphis! 

Your life, after all, is nothing but

a sickening drift of rain, and your fate

was always to be belated

in some miserable waiting-room or other—

Stay in Memphis, Tennessee!

For within one of these bill-shouting houses,

happiness awaits you, happiness,

if you can only gulp down your impatience—

and here there is sleeping a buxom young girl

with one ear lost in her hair;

she will come to encounter you

some fine day on the street,

like a wave of fragrance,

looking as though she knew you.

Is it not spring?

Does the rain not fall richly?

Is there not the sound of an amorous murmur,

a long, subdued conversation of love

mouth to mouth

between the rain and the earth?

The day began so sadly,

but now, see the rainfall brighten!

Do you not allow the day its right of battle?

So now it is light. And there is a smell of mould

from between the rusted underpinning of the platform

mingled with the rain-dust’s rank breath—

a suggestion of spring—

is that no consolation?

And now see, see how the Mississippi

in its bed of flooded forest

wakes against the day!

See how the titanic river revels in its twisting!

How royally it dashes through its bends, and swings the rafts

of trees and torn planks in its whirls!

See how it twirls a huge stern-wheeler

in its deluge-arms

like a dancer, master of the floor!

See the sunken headland—oh, what immense, primeval peace

over the landscape of drowned forests!

Do you not see how the current’s dawn-waters

clothe themselves mile-broad in the day’s cheap light,

and wander healthily under the teeming clouds!

Pull yourself together, irreconcilable man!

Will you never forget that you have been promised Eternity?

Will you grudge the earth its due, your poor gratitude?

What would you do, with your heart of love?

Pull yourself together, and stay in Memphis;

announce yourself in the market as a citizen;

go in and insure yourself among the others; 

pay your premium of vulgarity,

so that they can know they are safe, as regards you,

and you will not be fired out of the club.

Court the damosel with roses and gold rings,

and begin your saw-mill, like other people.

Yank on your rubbers regularly . . .

Look about you, smoke your sapient pipe

in sphinx-deserted Memphis . . .

Ah! there comes that miserable freight-train

which has kept us waiting six hours.

It rolls in slowly—with smashed sides;

it pipes weakly; the cars limp on three wheels;

and the broken roof drips with clay and slime.

But in the tender, among the coals,

lie four still forms

covered with bloody coats.

Then our huge express-locomotive snorts;

advances a little; stops, sighing deeply;

and stands crouched for the leap. The track is clear.

And we travel onward

through the flooded forest

under the rain’s gaping sluices.

Translated from the Danish by S. Foster Damon

INHABIT

A Permaculture Perspective

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Costa Boutsikaris

USA, 2015

"I'm stuck birthing and raising two babies who should have been born to her but can't be because she's too selfish to have kids."

This is one of the most batshit crazy things I have ever seen in my life. Child Protective Services should have intervened 21 years ago. 

Thank the White Baby Jesus the daughter is refusing to take even a chance of repeating the pattern of cruelty and abuse.

Bedřich Smetana

PIANO TRIO IN G MINOR

Franz Liszt

ELEGIES

NO. 1, S 196

NO. 2, S 197

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Trio Wanderer

JUSTICE POTTER STEWART

Concurring opinion in U.S. Supreme Court, Jacobellis v. Ohio [1964]

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I shall not today attempt further to define [pornography]. But I know it when I see it and the motion picture involved in this case is not that.

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The film in question was Louis Malle's THE LOVERS.

Currently Reading

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SUSTAINABLE [R]EVOLUTION

Permaculture in Ecovillages, Urban Farms, and Communities Worldwide

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Juliana Birnbaum and Louis Fox

Currently Playing

Sigur Rós
TAKK

WILLIAM MAXWELL EVARTS

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The pious ones of Plymouth, who, reaching the Rock, first fell upon their own knees and then upon the aborigines.

THE FIVE SENSES

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Jeremy Podeswa

Canada, 1999

HEARTLAND

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Real Life

MIRCEA ELIADE

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One is devoured by Time, not because one lives in Time, but because one believes in its reality, and therefore forgets or despises eternity.

UNDERGROUND

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Thelonious Monk

ALAN WATTS

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If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you are connected to everything.

LE CORBEAU

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Henri-Georges Clouzot

France, 1943

Henry Purcell

ROYAL WELCOME SONGS FOR KING JAMES II

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HARRY CHRISTOPHERS

THE SISTEEN

ELIAS CANETTI

The Agony of Flies

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People should not make a virtue out of their sensitivity. They may experience it and preserve it as it was experienced. But they should not adorn themselves with it. Sensitivity will make an addict out of anyone who displays its medals on his chest. He will require more and more objects to enable him to demonstrate his sensitivity, and if he runs out of them, he will simply make things up - and his sensitivity will then reveal itself for what it is: precious, brittle, and rotted through and through.

EXOTICA

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Atom Egoyan

Canada, 1994

Art Porn

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Photographer unknown to me.

Art Porn

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Photographer unknown to me.

IN THE GARDEN

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Eurythmics

EHSAN SEHGAL

"To Rule My Whole"

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You know

I am your soul

The meaning

Of your love

The breath of affection

The essence

Of your heart and mind

My dedication is devotion

The dress and cover

Of your life

O my sweet destiny

Without me

You are not complete

You know that

Be open to me

And come, come

Throw all hesitations

To rule my whole.

Today would be a good day to charge this motherfucker with treason for espionage.

Yesterday would have been better.

COSMOGRAMMA

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Flying Lotus

LAO TZU

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If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are going.

Christianity 101

COMPLETE POP INSTRUMENTAL HITS OF THE SIXTIES

VOL 2 - 1961

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Various Artists

MICHAEL ENDE

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There are many kinds of delusion.

GREATEST HITS

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Bill Withers

MIRCEA ELIADE

The Sacred and The Profane

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Through reading, the modern man succeeds in obtaining an "escape from time" comparable to the "emergence from time" effected by myths. Reading projects him out if his personal duration and incorporates him into other rhythms, makes him live in another "history."

GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES

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Howard Hawks

USA, 1953

BLUE EYED BLACK BOY

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Balkan Beat Box

CARL VAN DOREN

"Why I Am an Unbeliever"

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When I say I am an unbeliever, I do not mean merely that I am no Mormon or no Methodist, or even that I am no Christian or no Buddhist. These seem to me relatively unimpor­tant divisions and subdivisions of belief. I mean that I do not believe in any god that has ever been devised, in any doctrine that has ever claimed to be revealed, in any scheme of immortality that has ever been expounded.

THE REFLECTING SKIN

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Philip Ridley

Canada, 1990

LIFE'S TOO GOOD

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The Sugarcubes

THE SUGARCUBES

"Fucking in Rhythm and Sorrow"

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A divorced lady arrives home from a bar

Guess, guess what she sees, sees there

There is a naked person in my flat!

He's got a weird expression on his face!

Oh my god and jesus as well!

W-what are you doing here?

Are you hurting your chest?

Offending yourself?

Forcing yourself into pain and sorrow like there is no tomorrow?

You should use the pain and sorrow

To fill you up with power

Life's both sweet and sour!

 

He looks at me hopeless with tears in his eyes

Goes out of the window and up on the roof

Naked man, naked man calm down!

I-I'll give you some strawberry cake

Don't act like there is no tomorrow

You should use the pain and the sorrow

To fill you up with power

Life's both sweet and sour!

Life's both sweet and sour!

Don't act

Like there's no tomorrow!

You should use the pain and sorrow

To fill you up with power

Life's both sweet and sour

Don't act, don't act like there is no tomorrow

You should use the pain and sorrow

To fill you up with power

Life's both sweet and sour

Currently Reading

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UZUMAKI

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Junji Ito

VOTE BLUE NO MATTER WHO

November 9, 2022

DANCE FEVER

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Florence and the Machine

ELIAS CANETTI

Crowds and Power

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There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown. He wants to see what is reaching towards him, and to be able to recognize or at least classify it. Man always tends to avoid physical contact with anything strange. In the dark, the fear of an unexpected touch can mount to panic. Even clothes give insufficient security: it is easy to tear them and pierce through to the naked, smooth, defenceless flesh of the victim.

SMALL CHANGE

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Tom Waits

ALAN WATTS

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What we have to discover is that there is no safety, that seeking is painful, and that when we imagine that we have found it, we don't like it.

Currently Reading

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TIME IS A MOTHER

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Ocean Vuong

AGE OF APATHY

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Aoife O'Donovan

TONI MORRISON

Song of Solomon

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When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world? Her mind traveled crooked streets and aimless goat paths, arriving sometimes at profundity, other times at the revelations of a three-year-old.

“9/11/2001” 

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Art Spiegelman and Françoise Mouly

Leoš Janáček

PIANO MUSIC VOL 1

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Thomas Hlawatsch

- Along An Overgrown Path

- Piano Sonata 1.X.1905 "From The Street"

ELIAS CANETTI

Crowds and Power

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First there is the lying in wait for prey; the prey is marked down long before it is aware of our designs on it. With feelings of pleasure and approval it is contemplated, observed and kept watch over; it is seen as meat whilst it is still alive, and so intensely and irrevocably seen as meat that nothing can deflect the watcher's determination to get hold of it. Already while he is prowling round it he feels that it belongs to him. From the moment he selects it as his prey, he thinks of it as incorporated into himself.

Johannes Brahms

CLARINET TRIO IN B MINOR, OP 115

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David Shifrin

Emerson String Quartet

E. M. CIORAN

All Gall Is Divided

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Models of style: The swearword, the telegram, the epitaph.

Art Porn

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Photographer unknown to me.

Philip Glass

GLASSWORLDS 6 - AMERICA

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Nicolas Horvath

DOROTHY PARKER

"The Danger of Writing Defiant Verse"

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And now I have another lad!

No longer need you tell

How all my nights are slow and sad

For loving you too well.

His ways are not your wicked ways,

He's not the like of you.

He treads his path of reckoned days,

A sober man, and true.

They'll never see him in the town,

Another on his knee.

He'd cut his laden orchards down,

If that would pleasure me.

He'd give his blood to paint my lips

If I should wish them red.

He prays to touch my finger-tips

Or stroke my prideful head.

He never weaves a glinting lie,

Or brags the hearts he'll keep.

I have forgotten how to sigh-

Remembered how to sleep.

He's none to kiss away my mind-

A slower way is his.

Oh, Lord! On reading this, I find

A silly lot he is.

Currently Reading

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ORLAM

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PJ Harvey

PACE E GUERRA

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Terry Wey

Rubén Dubrovsky

Bach Consort Wien