Mixtape: Stone Gas Honey / Stone Gas Sessions

•December 27, 2013 • 1 Comment

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‘…and you can bet your last money, it’s all gonna be a stone gas, honey.’

Click here to download Stone Gas Honey, a soul mix.

Full track list in the comments.

Keep on trucking with the mixes hereherehereherehere and here.

Photo credit: Lorna Simpson, 1957-2009 Interiors (detail), 2009.

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The Stone Gas Sessions

Stone Gas Sessions

02/05/14: 

After I posted Stone Gas Honey, I was left with an extended ‘outtakes’ playlist which I found myself listening to more than Stone Gas Honey itself, so I pared it down into another short mix.

Click here to download the Stone Gas Sessions

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Full track list in the comments.

Photo Credit: Lorna Simpson. Selected Multiples: Backdrops circa 1940s, 1998.

D.H. Lawrence, ‘Self-Pity’ (1929)

•October 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Gyula Krúdy, ‘Sindbad’s Prayer’ (From The Adventures of Sindbad, 1944)

•March 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Lord, give me untroubled dreams and a quiet night. Stop my ears against words poured into it by women. Help me forget the scent of their hair, the strange lightning of their eyes, the taste of their hands and the moist kisses of their mouths. Lord, you are wise, advise me when they are lying, which is always. Remind me that the truth is something they never tell. That they never do love. Lord, up there, far beyond the tower, think occasionally of me, a poor, foolish man, admirer of women, who believes in their smiles, their kisses, their tickling and their blessed lies. Lord, let me be a flower in that garden where lonely women retreat in the knowledge that no one’s by. Let me be a lantern in the house of love where women mutter and babble and sigh the same old words. Let me be the handkerchief into which they weep their false tears. Lord, let me be just a gatepost ladies pass lightheartedly while clinging to the arms of their suitors. Lord protect me, never let me fall into the hands of women.

Translated by George Szirtes.

W.H. Auden, ‘The More Loving One’ (1957)

•March 1, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Lascano Tegui: From ‘On Elegance While Sleeping’ (1925)

•January 28, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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Syphilis is a civilized disease, and I intend to declare my allegiance to its aesthetic. I acquired it in the most charming of ways. Suffice to say, she who bestowed this gift upon me did so with the same ease and elegance as the doves of Aphrodite must alight upon the breasts of sleeping women…

Translated by Idra Novey.

William H. Gass: From ‘Order of Insects’ (1968)

•November 19, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I suspect if we were as familiar with our bones as with our skin, we’d never bury the dead but shrine them in their rooms, arranged as we might like to find them on a visit; and our enemies, if we could steal their bodies from the battle sites, would be museumed as they died, the steel still eloquent in their sides, their metal hats askew, the protective toes of their shoes unworn, and friend and enemy would be so wondrously historical that in a hundred years we’d find the jaws still hung for the same speech and all the parts we spent our life with tilted as they always were—rib cage, collar, skull—still repetitious, still defiant, angel light, still worthy of memorial and affection.

Mixtape: Welkin

•October 30, 2012 • 1 Comment

As when to warn proud Cities warr appears
Wag’d in the troubl’d Skie, and Armies rush
To Battel in the Clouds, before each Van
Prick forth the Aerie Knights, and couch thir Spears
Till thickest Legions close; with feats of Arms
From either end of Heav’n the welkin burns.

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Click here to download Welkin.

Full track list in the comments.

More tried-and-true mixes are available here, here, here, here and here.

 
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