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Playing Lautten Compagney CHIRPING OF THE NIGHTINGALE: MR. PLAYFORD'S ENGLISH DANCING MASTER

Music by John Playford, Thomas, Ravencroft, Henry Purcell, Nicola Matteis

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ALESSANDRA LYNCH “Funeral: For Us His Gold”

          after Gerald Stern

The insect was yellow with crumpled-black banded legs          and shellacked back that would outlast us          and wistful eyes from what I could discern on that trail between               fields, and we laid him out in the open air under a sky fast-blue with change,               wedging          a leaf beneath his triple-belted belly so he didn’t rest on plain dirt,          and we placed two cloverblooms by his head and he was old you said, could tell by how definite the stripes were, how complete          the patterns bold and dark, almost engraved, and he was beautiful in that pasture of thirty-three cows and we drank          milk in the blaring heat and ate the cake you’d made. We were          the only humans there—unholy-seeming things with two legs,               dismal histories— drinking and eating around his elegant husk,          and from the furze, fellow insects rose, a frenzied static around               our bodies, while he remained in situ an unremitting yellow, the color more          vivid, louder now that he was a remnant. Was color the purpose               here? Yellow had alerted us to him, and we took care          with leaf and clover to make his bed. The insect’s gold our togetherness, its death from which we fed.

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Daily Painting

Philip Guston UNTILED (1980)

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Playing

The B-52s MESOPOTAMIA

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Playing

The B-52s PARTY MIX

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MOOR MOTHER AND JOE MCPHEE "Joe McPhee Nation Time Intro"

Apples, peaches, pumpkin pie All y'all ready? Holler, scream, shout It's nation time It's nation time, it's nation time for real

Yo, cops in patrol cars, cops on the beat We'll be standing on the corners, we'll be marching in the street Helicopters overhead, another brother shot dead What time is it? It's nation time Racist fascists in our White House, neo-Nazis in the streets We got miles to go and promises to keep Culture vultures in our beds, another bullet in our heads What timе is it? It's nation time

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Daily Painting

Aukusti Uotila BOAT HOUSE (1884)

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Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

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Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules To fight the risin' odds? Isn't there a white knight Upon a fiery steed? Late at night, I toss and I turn And I dream of what I need

I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life

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Playing

Moor Mother JAZZ CODES

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LI BAI “Clearing at Dawn”

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish the blue pond is full; With singing thrushes the green boughs droop. The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks; The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist. By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.

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Daily Painting

William Blake CERBERUS (1824)

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Playing

Sun Ra and His Arkestra JAZZ IN SILHOUETTE

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PATRICIA ROBERTS-MILLER Demagoguery and Democracy

We don't have demagoguery in our culture because a demagogue has come to power; when demagoguery becomes the normal way of participating in public discourse, then it's just a question of time until a demagogue arises.

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Daily Painting

Ivan Pylypenko THE RIVER OF TIME (2020)

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Reading

Cecilia Blomdahl LIFE ON SVALBARD FINDING HOME ON A REMOTE ISLAND NEAR THE NORTH POLE

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It took several hours to finally investigate what this Cracker Barrel nonsense was all about. 

It took a few seconds to start losing grey matter.

I shit you not. 

This is what the half-wit MAGAt snowflake manufactured outrage machine went apoplectic about today.

This is what biologically adult men are melting down over today.

This is what is on the mind of incels today.