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Artist: Joe Heller

No brown farm workers, no food.

When all the "patriots" refuse the farm work - as they are doing en masse - done by the people they put in concentration camps and torture prisons, farms go bankrupt, prices soar, and people starve.

But America First, fuck yeah.

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Playing

Nemanja Radulović - Double Sens ROOTS

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TOM CLARK "Sky"

The green world thinks the sun Into one flower, then outraces It to the sea in sunken pipes. But twisting in sleep to poetry The blood pumps its flares out Of earth and scatters them. And They become, when they shine on Beauty to honor her, a part of Her laconic azure, her façade.

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Daily Painting

Nathan Oliveira STANDING MAN WITH STICK (1959)

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Watching

BLACK GOD, WHITE DEVIL Glauber Rocha Brazil, 1964

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Coalition of the willing.

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When cholesterol proved ineffectual, Gavin Newsom stepped up to the plate.

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08/15/2025

Americans, especially veterans, need to wake the fuck up and understand that this was a deliberate photo op for the world to see the US military's utter subservience to Vladimir Putin.

And you all need to remember that 65 percent of veterans and 70+ percent of active duty wanted and voted for this.

Anyone in Alaska could have crawled around on their hands and knees to honor Putin. Military leaders on site and Donald J. Trump chose who would grovel in front of the cameras for their Russian Daddy.

"We were just following orders."

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Playing

Philip Glass SAMURAI MARATHON

Richard Hein The City Of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

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PABLO NERUDA "Emerging"

A man says yes without knowing how to decide even what the question is, and is caught up, and then is carried along and never again escapes from his own cocoon; and that’s how we are, forever falling into the deep well of other beings; and one thread wraps itself around our necks, another entwines a foot, and then it is impossible, impossible to move except in the well— nobody can rescue us from other people.

It seems as if we don’t know how to speak; it seems as if there are words which escape, which are missing, when have gone away and left us to ourselves, tangled up in snares and threads.

And all at once, that’s it; we no longer know what it’s all about, but we are deep inside it, and now we will never see with the same eyes as once we did when we were children playing. Now these eyes are closed to us, now our hands emerge from different arms.

And therefore when you sleep, you are alone in your dreaming, and running freely through the corridors of one dream only, which belongs to you. Oh never let them come to steal our dreams, never let them entwine us in our bed. Let us hold on to the shadows to see if, from our own obscurity, we emerge and grope along the walls, lie in wait for the light, to capture it, till, once and for all time, it becomes our own, the sun of every day.

Translated by Alastair Reid

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Daily Painting

Wlastimil Hofman CONFESSION (1906)

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Watching

ONLY THE RIVER FLOWS [河邊的錯誤] Wei Shujun China, 2023

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Playing

CLUB MOD on allclassical.org

Hosted by Andrea Murray

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Fucking proud and avowed Nazi.

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Playing

Heinrich Ignaz Franz Biber UNAM CEYLON Sonatas for Violin and Conitnuo

John Holloway Aloysia Assenbaum, Lars Ulrik Mortensen

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JIM DINE "Travel Dust"

two eggs follow me to the Food Derby I set my sights on toast and loads of tea and pumpkin seeds mix with 4 or 5 grapes in my mouth so I have the energy to breathe going real slow by foot down river to smell fumes belching out of you in Moscow there would be heavy guards around your smokestacks here the interior is painted cream with a pale blue trim all the greasy machines get down on their knees to spray hearts on clear plastic the red rubber rim covered by my jock strap and an old sock soup meat tramps along my throat with horseradish already there to receive the mixture pumpkin seeds again and sky with a few grapes and now an inch of yogurt it seals off the chest fumes the spray bomb lays down a silver heart on the dirt kissed by a red nail silver removes the stencil, reverses it, then acetone hits the yogurt puddle smack on the sycamores stick to my face the Thames washes eels up. they carry me to the pavement letting it all melt at my feet like tigers pumpkin seeds and lime stone drip along the sidewalk a few more lunatic hearts appear celebrating Ron Padgett & Reverdy & Sky the scum of which is silver mixed with green tomatoes bubble on the stove to prepare for the lemon colored moth that just this minute came alive on your forehead smiling

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Daily Painting

Herbert William Weekes THE UNLIKELY CONNOISSEURS (ND-1890s)