Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Playing

Ravi Shankar
THE LIVING ROOM SESSIONS - PART 1


ABE KÕBÕ
The Woman in the Dunes

There wasn't a single item of importance [in the newspaper]. A tower of illusion, all of it, made of illusory bricks and full of holes. If life were made up only of important things, it really would be a dangerous house of glass, scarcely to be handled carelessly. But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the center of his compass at his own home.



Daily Painting

Karl Völker
BAHNHOF (1926)

Monday, November 10, 2025

Happy "Go Fuck Yourself, Kim Davis" Day to all those who celebrate.

May her fourth divorce and fifth sanctified-by-God marriage be as joyous as those that came before.



Playing

Goat
COMMUNE


RAY BRADBURY
Fahrenheit 451

You can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.



Daily Painting

René Magritte
LE BANQUET (1955) 

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Playing

Mieczysław Weinberg
STRING TRIO, OP. 48

Krzysztof Penderecki
STRING TRIO

Alfred Schnittke
STRING TRIO

Trio Lirico

 


EUGENE O'NEILL
Long Day's Journey Into Night

It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!



Daily Painting

Terry Frost
LEMON AND WHITE, SPRING '63 (1963)

Saturday, November 8, 2025

Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

Playing

John Zorn
TRACTATUS MUSICO-PHILOSOPICUS:
PHILOSOPHICAL INVESTIGATIONS FROM THE INVISIBLE THEATRE


WENDELL BERRY
Sex, Economy, Freedom, and Community

No settled family or community has ever called its home place an “environment.” None has ever called its feeling for its home place “biocentric” or “anthropocentric.” None has ever thought of its connection to its home place as “ecological,” deep or shallow. The concepts and insights of the ecologists are of great usefulness in our predicament, and we can hardly escape the need to speak of “ecology” and “ecosystems.” But the terms themselves are culturally sterile. They come from the juiceless, abstract intellectuality of the universities which was invented to disconnect, displace, and disembody the mind. The real names of the environment are the names of rivers and river valleys; creeks, ridges, and mountains; towns and cities; lakes, woodlands, lanes roads, creatures, and people.

And the real name of our connection to this everywhere different and differently named earth is “work.” We are connected by work even to the places where we don’t work, for all places are connected; it is clear by now that we cannot exempt one place from our ruin of another. The name of our proper connection to the earth is “good work,” for good work involves much giving of honor. It honors the source of its materials; it honors the place where it is done; it honors the art by which it is done; it honors the thing that it makes and the user of the made thing. Good work is always modestly scaled, for it cannot ignore either the nature of individual places or the differences between places, and it always involves a sort of religious humility, for not everything is known. Good work can be defined only in particularity, for it must be defined a little differently for every one of the places and every one of the workers on the earth.

The name of our present society’s connection to the earth is “bad work” – work that is only generally and crudely defined, that enacts a dependence that is ill understood, that enacts no affection and gives no honor. Every one of us is to some extent guilty of this bad work. This guilt does not mean that we must indulge in a lot of breast-beating and confession; it means only that there is much good work to be done by every one of us and that we must begin to do it.



Daily Painting

Nathan Oliveira
FIGURE WITH BLUE EYES (1986)

Friday, November 7, 2025


Playing

Magnifico
MAGNIFICATION


ISAAC ASIMOV
Roving Mind

Imagine the people who believe such things and who are not ashamed to ignore, totally, all the patient findings of thinking minds through all the centuries since the Bible was written. And it is these ignorant people, the most uneducated, the most unimaginative, the most unthinking among us, who would make themselves the guides and leaders of us all; who would force their feeble and childish beliefs on us; who would invade our schools and libraries and homes. I personally resent it bitterly.



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Lee Krasner
UNTITLED NO. 3 (1951)

Thursday, November 6, 2025

Playing

Pink Floyd
ANIMALS


MAURICE SENDAK

Why my needle is stuck in childhood I don’t know. I guess that’s where my heart is.



Daily Painting

Vasily Kandinsky
GREEN ACCENT (1935)

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Reading

László Krasznahorkai
HERSCHT 07769


ANONYMOUS
"An Open Letter to Every Trump Voter on the One-year Anniversary of his Reelection"

Not ONE FUCKING WORD from ANY Trump voter for the duration of your life. Not about ANY fucking problems, ANY suffering brought on by this dictator or by his corrupt and incompetent cabinet.

You refused to acknowledge the truth and lacked the ability think critically. And then you FUCKING did it again.

So, STFU. Stuff it. Swallow it. Choke on it. You got exactly what you voted for. You owned the libs. It was funny. You knew what would happen and didn't FUCKING care. You sold your soul.

You got laid off because your company was forced to downsize or go bankrupt?
Stuff it.

You got fired because the government decided your job was abuse, fraud, and waste?
Stuff it.

You lost your seventh-generation family farm?
Stuff it.

You lost your third-generation construction company?
Stuff it.

You lost your health care? Your local health clinic closed?
Stuff it.

Your child got sick with e-coli? You got the measles? You can't afford your insulin or your inhaler?
Stuff it.

Your bank ripped you off and you lost your house?
Stuff it.

The air and water you breathe is filthy now?
Stuff it.

Your plane had a crash landing?
Stuff it.

They sold off public lands for logging near your home?
Stuff it!

FEMA isn't there to help you after the hurricane? The wildfire? The tornado? The earthquake? The epidemic?
Stuff it.

Your daughter died of sepsis because she couldn't get an abortion?
Stuff it.

Your wife bled to death because an emergency room was too afraid to treat her after a miscarriage?
Stuff it.

Your dad got disappeared by ICE and will never be seen again?
Stuff it.

He said China was going to pay the tariffs? He said Mexico was going to pay the tariffs? He said Canada was going to pay the tariffs?
Stuff it.

You can't afford groceries and the food banks are closed?
Too fucking bad. Go hungry. Pray harder. Stuff it.

Just keep your fucking mouth shut.

You knew in 2016 he was a wannabe tyrant, a liar, a charlatan, a grifter., a mobster, a sexual criminal. A monster. A soulless ghoul. And then you claimed Jesus chose him, chose this.

You knowingly voted for every ounce of this. And then you did it again. You spit on and dishonored every person who served our country and the family members of those who sacrificed for our freedoms. And then you did that again, too. You sold your soul.

And now YOU fucking OWN IT until your dying breath.

Stuff it.

Swallow it.

Choke on it.

STFU.

You're getting exactly what you voted for. We all are getting exactly what you voted for.

And YOU fucking OWN IT .

-

PS - How's that cut-by-50-percent-on-Day-One electric bill treating you?



Playing

Fretwork
BIRDS ON FIRE
Jewish Music for Viols from the Tudor Court 


JAMES BROUGHTON

“I may be infecting the whole body,” said the head, “But they’ll never amputate me.”



Daily Painting

Goya
THREE SALMON STEAKS (1812)

Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Live a life so that when you die...

Playing

Bright Eyes
CASSADAGA


GJERTRUD SCHNACKENBERG
“Signs”

Threading the palm, a web of little lines
Spells out the lost money, the heart, the head,
The wagging tongues, the sudden deaths, in signs
We would smooth out, like imprints on a bed,

In signs that can’t be helped, geese heading south,
In signs read anxiously, like breath that clouds
A mirror held to a barely open mouth,
Like telegrams, the gathering of crowds—

The plane’s X in the sky, spelling disaster:
Before the whistle and hit, a tracer flare;
Before rubble, a hairline crack in plaster
And a housefly’s panicked scribbling on the air.



Daily Painting

William Scott
MINING LANDSCAPE, SOMMERSET (1952)

Monday, November 3, 2025

Playing

Benny Goodman
CLASSIC COLUMBIA & OKEH ORCHESTRA SESSIONS (1939-1958)


SAMUEL BECKETT
"The Calmative"

How tell what remains. But it’s the end. Or have I been dreaming, am I dreaming? No no, none of that, for dream is nothing, a joke, and significant what is worse.



Daily Painting

Arthur Lismer
STREAMSIDE BROOK (1916)

Sunday, November 2, 2025

Playing

Béla Bartók
VIOLIN CONCERTO NO 2
CONCERTO FOR ORCHESTRA

Tedi Papavrami
Emmanuel Krivine
Orchestra Philharmonique du Luxembourg


WILFRED OWEN
"I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson"

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.



Daily Painting

Helen Frankenthaler
CROSS (1978)

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

Playing

Arvo Pärt
THE DEER'S CRY

Vox Clemantis


TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER
“November”

When the hangman’s bored he turns dangerous.
The burning sky rolls up.

Tapping sounds can be heard from cell to cell
and space streams up from the ground-frost.

A few stones shine like full moons.



Daily Painting

Yoshida Kenji
LIFE[ ] (ND)

Friday, October 31, 2025

Playing

Nam Hye-seung
BULGASAL - IMMORTAL SOULS
Original Soundtra
ck

Featuring Jeon Jong-hyuk, Kim Woo-jung, Jeon Jong-hoon, Cheon Min-jeong, Won Ye-na, Kim Soo-hyun, Kim Kyung-hee, Janet Suhh, Minseo, 4MEN, Kim Yeji, Kardi


IVOR GURNEY
"Ballad of the Three Spectres"

As I went up by Ovillers
   In mud and water cold to the knee,
There went three jeering, fleering spectres,
   That walked abreast and talked of me.

The first said, ‘Here’s a right brave soldier
   That walks the dark unfearingly;
Soon he’ll come back on a fine stretcher,
   And laughing for a nice Blighty.’

The second, ‘Read his face, old comrade,
   No kind of lucky chance I see;
One day he’ll freeze in mud to the marrow,
   Then look his last on Picardie.’

Though bitter the word of these first twain
   Curses the third spat venomously;
‘He’ll stay untouched till the war’s last dawning
   Then live one hour of agony.’

Liars the first two were. Behold me
   At sloping arms by one – two – three;
Waiting the time I shall discover
   Whether the third spake verity.



Daily Painting

Mia Bergeron
THE EMPTY ROOM (2016)

Thursday, October 30, 2025

Playing

Víkingur Ólafsson
DEBUSSY - RAMEAU


SAM SHEPARD
Fool for Love

I missed you. I did. I missed you more than anything I ever missed in my whole life. I kept thinkin’ about you the whole time I was driving. Kept seeing you. Sometimes just a part of you.



Daily Painting

Alan Reynolds
SUMMER: YOUNG SEPTEMBER'S CORNFIELD (1954)

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Playing

Dolly Parton and Family
SMOKY MOUNTAIN DNA - FAMILY, FAITH, AND FABLES


VERA BRITTAIN
Testament of Youth

It is quite impossible to understand,’ I commented afterwards, ‘how we can be such strong individualists, so insistent on the rights and claims of every human soul, and yet at the same time countenance (even take quite calmly) this wholesale murder, which if it were applied to animals or birds or indeed anything except men would fill us with a sickness and repulsion greater than we could endure.



Daily Painting

Léon Spilliaert
A FOREST (1934)

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Playing

Savina Yannatou & Primavera en Salonico
SONGS ON AN OTHER


DŌGEN

Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.



Daily Painting

Migishi Kōtarō
AUTUMN (2002)

Monday, October 27, 2025

Watching

THE VOURDALAK
Adrien Beau
France, 2023

Playing

Karen Geoghegan
PLAYS MOZART, ROSSINI, KREUTZER, CRUSELL

Gianandrea Noseda
BBC Philharmonic


WILFRED OWEN

All a poet can do today is warn.



Daily Painting

Wassily Kandinsky
AUTUMN IN MURNAU (1908)

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Watching

TRIANGLE
Christopher Smith
UK/Australia, 2009

Playing

Charlie Parker
A STUDIO CHRONICLE 1940-1948

Disc One - 1940-1941
Witchita, Dallas, New York, Kansas


Disc Five - 1947-1948
New York, Detroit


VERA BRITTAIN
Testament of Youth

To my amazement, taut and tearless as I was, I saw him hastily mop his eyes with his handkerchief, and in that moment, when it was too late to respond or to show that I understood, I realised how much more he cared for me than I had supposed or he had ever shown. I felt, too, so bitterly sorry for him because he had to fight against his tears while I had no wish to cry at all, and the intolerable longing to comfort him when there was no more time in which to do it made me furious with the frantic pain of impotent desire.

And then, all at once, the whistle sounded again and the train started. As the noisy group moved away from the door he sprang on to the footboard, clung to my hand and, drawing my face down to his, kissed my lips in a sudden vehemence of despair. And I kissed his, and just managed to whisper 'Good-bye!' The next moment he was walking rapidly down the platform, with his head bent and his face very pale. Although I had said that I would not, I stood by the door as the train left the station and watched him moving through the crowd. But he never turned again.



Daily Painting

John Bellany
PORQUOI (1967)

Saturday, October 25, 2025

Watching

KRIYA
Sidharth Srinivasan
India, 2020

Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

Playing

Art Blakey and The Jazz Messengers
FIRST FLIGHT TO TOKYO: THE LOST 1961 RECORDINGS


VERA BRITTAIN
Testament of Youth

There is still, I think, not enough recognition by teachers of the fact that the desire to think - which is fundamentally a moral problem - must be induced before the power is developed. Most people, whether men or women, wish above all else to be comfortable, and thought is a pre-eminently uncomfortable process.



Daily Painting

Leonora Carrington
BIRD BATH (1978)

Friday, October 24, 2025

Watching

TO KILL THE BEAST
[MATAR A LA BESTIA]

Agustina San Martin
Argentina, 2021


Tamara Rocca, Ana Brun, João Miguel

Playing

Metro Boomin'
HEROES AND VILLAINS