"Spotted a volcano smoking away on Russia’s far east coast this morning – heat has melted snow around top"~ Tim Peake on the ISS

Charlotte Gainsbourg, Hey Joe

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, In Bed: The Kiss, 1892

Albrecht Dürer, Self-Portrait at Twenty-Eight Years Old Wearing a Coat with Fur Collar, 1500

Edvard Munch, Evening. Melancholy I., 1896

Edvard Munch, Madonna, 1892

Takashi Murakami, Warp, 2009

Caravaggio, St Jerome, 1605

Caravaggio, Bacchus, 1595

Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night Over the Rhone, 1888

Born this day

On the Heart's Beginning to Cloud the Mind by Robert Frost

Something I saw or thought I saw
In the desert at midnight in Utah,
Looking out of my lower berth
At moonlit sky and moonlit earth.
The sky had here and there a star;
The earth had a single light afar,
A flickering, human pathetic light,
That was maintained against the night,
It seemed to me, by the people there,
With a Godforsaken brute despair.
It would flutter and fall in half an hour
Like the last petal off a flower.
But my heart was beginning to cloud my mind.
I knew a tale of a better kind.
That far light flickers because of trees.
The people can burn it as long as they please;
And when their interests in it end,
They can leave it to someone else to tend.
Come back that way a summer hence,
I should find it no more no less intense.
I pass, but scarcely pass no doubt,
When one will say, "Let's put it out."
The other without demur agrees.
They can keep it burning as long as they please;
They can put it out whenever they please.
One looks out last from the darkened room
At the shiny desert with spots of gloom
That might be people and are but cedar,
Have no purpose, have no leader,
Have never made the first move to assemble,
And so are nothing to make her tremble.
She can think of places that are not thus
Without indulging a "Not for us!"
Life is not so sinister-grave.
Matter of fact has made them brave.
He is husband, she is wife.
She fears him not, they fear not life.
They know where another light has been,
And more than one, to theirs akin,
But earlier out for bed tonight,
So lost on me in my surface flight.

This I saw when waking late,
Going by at a railroad rate,
Looking through wreaths of engine smoke
Far into the lives of other folk.

Yo La Tengo, Be Thankful for What You Got

Jakub Schikaneder, The Dead Girl, 1910

"The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less." ~ Socrates

Saul Williams, Twice the First Time

Herzog & Kinski. Genius.

Son House, John the Revelator

Tricky, Black Steel

Miles Davis Quintet, Doxy