Salvator Rosa, Witches at their Incantations, c 1646

René Magritte, Not to be Reproduced, 1937

Died this day

Francis Picabia, Craccae, 1928

František Kupka, Le Disque Blanc, 1946

Nancy Sinatra, Bang Bang

Born this day

William Blake, Satan, c1789

Waking From Drunkenness on a Spring Day By Li Po / Li Bai

Life is a dream. No need to stir.
Remembering this I’m drunk all day.
Lying helpless beside the porch,
Waking to see the deep garden.
One bird calls among the flowers.
Ask myself what’s the season?
Song of the oriole in Spring breezes,
Voice of beauty sadly moves me.
Is there wine? Ah, fill the cup.
Sing and watch the white moon rise,
until song’s end and sense is gone.

Mountain Drinking Song by Li Po / Li Bai

To drown the ancient sorrows, 
we drank a hundred jugs of wine
there in beautiful moonlight. We couldn’t
go to bed with the moon so bright.
Then finally the wine overcame us
and we lay down on the empty mountain:
earth for a pillow 
and a blanket made of heaven.

Paul Klee, Two Men Meet, Each Believing the Other to Be of Higher Rank, 1903

Anton Corbijn, Poison Ivy and Lux Interior, 1980

Carl Perkins, Dixie Fried

On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot
Dan dropped in around five o'clock
Took off his coat, said "The night is short"
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quarter

He hollered, "Rave on, children I'm with ya,
Rave on cats, " he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Well, Dan got happy and he started raving
He jerked out a razor but he wasn't shaving
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
'Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya
Rave on, cats, " he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried, yeah"

The cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya
Rave on, cats, " he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops is gone
Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried?

Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
And he let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
Through the black crossed bars he tossed a note to his dear
"It ain't my fault, sugar, I'm in here"

For hollering, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats, " he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone
And I've been Dixie fried"

Fan Ho, Approaching Shadow, 1954

Sonic Youth, Kool Thing

Paradise - A contemporary interpretation of The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch

Sex Pistols, Friggin' In The Riggin'

Born this day

Otto Dix, Dedicated to Sadists, 1922

Paul Delvaux, The Sleeping Venus, 1944

Arnold Böcklin, Isle of the Dead, 1883

Albert Joseph Pénot, Départ Pour Le Sabbat , 1910