'their names are Shakespeare, Spenser, Chaucer, Herrick, Donne and Herbert. Their names are Milton, Wordsworth, Browning, Whitman, Keats and Heine —their names are Job, Ecclesiastes, Homer and The Song of Solomon.

These are their names, and if any man should think the glory of the earth has never been, let him live alone with them, a thousand nights of solitude and wonder, and they will reveal to him again the golden glory of the earth, which is the only earth that is, and is forever, and is the only earth that lives, and the only earth that will never die.’

Thomas Wolfe - Of Time and The River

              
I’m with you in Rockland
                        
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.

                      Allen Ginsberg - Howl   Pt. III          

                       Allen Ginsberg reading Howl

                        

              
I’m with you in Rockland
                        

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.

                      Allen Ginsberg - Howl   Pt. III          

                       Allen Ginsberg reading Howl

                        

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
                              
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? 
The doors close in an hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
       From Allen Ginsberg - A Supermarket in California
       Allen Ginsberg reading A Supermarket in California     

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
                              
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? 
The doors close in an hour.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
       From Allen Ginsberg - A Supermarket in California
       Allen Ginsberg reading A Supermarket in California     

Poli̤a РWarrior Lord (90 plays)

Poliça - Warrior Lord

Arcade Fire - Here Comes The Night Time (Video)

Lovelife – Your New Beloved (12 plays)

Lovelife - Your New Beloved 

KIDS OF THE APOCALYPSE - EMPIRE

MisterWives – Hold On, We're Going Home (279 plays)

MisterWives - Hold On, We’re Going Home (Drake Cover)



                              
Let be be finale of seem.

                                                 
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

                                                         

                                                                                                         
                   Wallace Stevens - The Emperor of Ice-Cream

                               

                              

Let be be finale of seem.

                                                 

The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

                                                         

                                                                                                         

                   Wallace StevensThe Emperor of Ice-Cream

                              

Thief - Closer

(Source: Spotify)

A child said What is the grass? 
fetching it to me with full hands;

                     
How could I answer the child?
I do not know what it is any more than he.

                                 
        Walt Whitman - Song Of Myself - From Leaves Of Grass

          

A child said What is the grass

fetching it to me with full hands;

                     

How could I answer the child?

I do not know what it is any more than he.

                                 

        Walt Whitman - Song Of Myself - From Leaves Of Grass

          

Step Rockets – Kisser (20 plays)

the Step Rockets - Kisser

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

  
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
 Walt Whitman - A Noiseless Patient Spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

  
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
 Walt Whitman - A Noiseless Patient Spider 

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

                 
                - F. Scott Fitzgerald 

                  

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

                 

                - F. Scott Fitzgerald 

                  

Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash - Girls From The North Country (Live)