The Free Life by Alan Parker paired with a scene from Sex and Fury.

And what is it, the heart?

It is the sound of the pine breeze in the ink painting.

- Ikkyu

Picture: "Hunlu Tu" (A picture/essay concerning the Daoist cosmological concept of Primordial Chaos) by Zhu Derun (1349)

Mimi & Richard Farina - V.

Sun Ra - Dance of the Cosmo Aliens.

"Indeed, a man's library is a sort of harem, and I observe that tender readers have a great prudencey in showing their books to a stranger." 

- Ralph Waldo Emerson (The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 01, No. 3, January, 1858)

Picture: "Aphrodite" - photo collage by an anonymous artist (1930s)

"It does seem to me, that herein we see the rare virtue of a strong individual vitality, and the rare virtue of thick walls, and the rare virtue of interior spaciousness. Oh, man! admire and model thyself after the whale! Do thou, too, remain warm among ice. Do thou, too, live in this world without being of it. Be cool at the equator; keep thy blood fluid at the Pole. Like the great dome of St. Peter's, and like the great whale, retain, O man! in all seasons a temperature of thine own. But how easy and how hopeless to teach these fine things! Of erections, how few are domed like St. Peter's! of creatures, how few vast as the whale!"

- Herman Melville (Moby Dick)

Picture: Illustration from "Whales, Dolphins and Porpoises of the Western North Atlantic: A Guide to their Identification" by Stephen Leatherwood, David K. Caldwell, and Howard E. Winn (1976)

Black Classical's History of Spiritual Jazz 1955-2012.

Epic.

To One Unnamed V

There are many curtains in your care-free house, 

Where rapture lasts the whole night long. 

...What are the lives of angels but dreams

If they take no lovers into their rooms?

...Storms are ravishing the nut-horns,

Moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves

I know well enough naught can come of this union,

Yet how it serves to ease my heart!

- Li Shangyin

Picture: "Interior With Woman in Red" by Felix Vallotton (1903).

Bigg Jus - Advanced Lightbody Activation.

Essential.

"All at first was the fremitus of things, the jigger of gnats, drum of the blood, fidget of leaves, shiver of light, boom of the wind. The tremor of my cry may have had something to do with choosing this threshold. There are other sills, empty places with intolerable glare, presences, noon quiet, lonely desperate desert wastes. I have died again in them. Those who go to the inhuman to place their hopes upon its alien rhythms, its bitter familiarity with nothing, its constant retreat from all that we can love, are hostages to vastation."

- Guy Davenport (C. Musonius Rufus)

Picture: Illustration from the Saturday Evening Post, unknown artist.

CrizzleMac - Wits.

Ah! strongest potions stir me

Less than your idleness,

And you can make the dead

Revive with your caress!

- Charles Baudelaire (Song of the Afternoon)

Picture: "Ibi Dabo Tibi" by Eric Gill (1925)

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Lucille Bogan - Shave 'em Dry.

Book 7, Epigram 42

Our vice runs beyond all that old men saw,

And far authentically above our laws,

And scorning virtues safe and golden mean,

Sits uncontrolled upon the high extreme.

Circes, thy monsters painted out the hue,

Of feigned filthiness, but ours is true.

Our vice puts down all proverbs and all themes,

Our vice excels all fables and all dreams.

- Thomas Bastard

Picture: "Les Diaboliques Le Bonheur dans le Crime" (The Devilish Ones The Joy in Crime) by Felicien Rops, 1905.

Amber London - Low MF Key.

Not the Moog Google Doodle.

"All the ancient heroic virtues you unpack have lost their importance long ago, you know it yourself. Thanks for some wonderful impressions. Sleep well."

- Robert Walser (Institute Benjamenta)

Picture: From Dino Buzzati's "Poema a Fumetti" (1969)

The Independents - The First Time We Met.

"I’ll wander around the streets until I’m dead tired

I’ll learn to live alone and look every passing face

square in the eye and still stay what I am."

- Cesare Pavese (from the poem Agony)

Picture: Stills from "Blast of Silence" (1961)