Olafur Arnalds - Only The Winds
F.Scott Fitzgerald reads Othello's 'Witchcraft Speech' from Othello

"Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approved good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man’s daughter,
Tis' most true. True, I have married her.
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.
 Rude am I in my speech,
And little versed with the soft phrase of peace,
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith
Their dearest action in the tented field,
And little of this great world can I speak,
save as pertains to feats of broils and battle,
And therefore little will I grace my cause
In speaking for myself. 

Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnished tale deliver
Of my whole course of love. What drugs, what charms,
What conjuration and what mighty magic—
For such proceeding I am charged withal—
I won his daughter with.

Her father loved me, oft invited me,
Still questioned me the story of my life
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have passed...


But still the house affairs would draw her hence,
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
She would return, and with greedy ear
Devour up my discourse, which I, observing,
Took once a pliant hour 
To draw from her a prayer 
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard
But not intentively. I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffered. 
She sighed.
She swore, in faith, ’twas strange, ’twas wondrous strange,
'Twas pitiful, ’twas wondrous pitiful.
She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished
That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me
She bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.

True, I have married her.
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.

| Charms |

Jeff Beal- Blackfish
Richard Brautigan- All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace

Image- Copyright of Nancy Black

| Grace |

- James Blake - Voyeur (Bear Face Bootleg Edit)
- HAERTS - Wings (Shlohmo Remix)
- Mosis - You By U (AYLA Remix)
- Burial - Hiders
- Oneohtrix Point Never - Chrome Country
- Moby - When It's Cold I'd Like To Die
- Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Life Is Hard (Teen Daze Remix)
- Sampha - Too Much

| Hidden |

M83- Sister Pt. 1
The Major's Vision- Twin Peaks

"Bobby, may I share something with you?

A vision I had in my sleep last night. As distinguished
from a dream, which is a mere sorting and cataloguing
of the day's events by the subconscious; a vision, fresh
and clear as a mountain stream, the mind revealing itself
to itself.

In my vision I was on the verandah of a vast estate, a
palazzo of some fantastic proportion. There seemed to
emanate from it, a light from within this gleaming,
radiant marble. I had known this place. I had, in fact,
been born and raised there and this was my first return, a
reunion with the deepest wellsprings of my being. Wandering about I noticed happily that the house had
been immaculately maintained and there had been
added a number of additional rooms but in a way
that blended in so seamlessly with the original
construction one would never detect any difference.
Returning to the house's grand foyer, there came a knock
at the door. 
My son was standing there.He was happy and
carefree, clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy.
We embraced, a warm and loving embrace, nothing
withheld. We were, in this moment, one. 

My vision ended and I awoke with an overwhelming feeling of
optimism and confidence about you and your future.
That was my vision of you.

I'm so glad I've had this opportunity to share it with
you.

I wish you nothing but the very best in all things.

BOBBY-
Thank you. Dad

MAJOR BRIGGS
I'll see you later at home.

BOBBY
Okay.



| Major |

Cliff Martinez- Don't Blow It
Dylan Thomas + Richard Burton - Under Milkwood

| Glowworms |

- Nils Frahm - Si (Plasma Ruby Remix)
- Owsey, Stumbleine & Resotone - You're the Shade of my Heart
- Midlake - Roscoe (Abe's Impression) 
- Need A Name -  Rain, Roads & Lights
- Arctic House- The Neighbourhood (Lowon Remix)
- Cave Painting - So Calm (Vondelpark Remix)
- EPLP- Ochre
- Phillip Glass & Nosaj Thing - Knee

| Cold |

Burial - Old Tape
Celestial Trax - Inner Gods, False Icons
Burial - Forgive
Daniel Lopatin - Smoothie
Daniel Lopatin - Good Time
Oneohtrix Point Never - I Only
Dam Mantle - Meet Me In The Ambulance (Becoming Real Mix)
DRUGS - Mila
Laurel Halo - Aquifer
Daniel Lopatin- Followed
Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross - Intriguing Possibilities
Arca - Manners
Oneohtrix Point Never - Blue Drive
Oneohtrix Point Never - Chrome Country
Oneohtrix Point Never - I Only
Hans Zimmer - Wallace
Hans Zimmer - Memory
Oneohtrix Point Never - Blue Drive
Daniel Lopatin - The Ballad of Howie Bling
Daniel Lopatin - Uncut Gems
Flore Laurentienne - Fleuve no. 3
Flore Laurentienne - Fleuve no. 1

Uncut Gems

Marc Streitenfeld- Alpha
Richard Burton reads "Priest & Peasant " & "The Lonely Farmer" by Rev. R.S Thomas

"You are ill, Davies, ill in mind
An old canker, to your kind
Peculiar, has laid waste the brain's
Potential richness in delight
And beauty; and your body grows
Awry like an old thorn for lack
Of the soil's depth; and sickness there
Uncurls slowly its small tongues
Of fungus that shall, thickening, swell
And choke you, while your few leaves
Are green still.

And so you work
In the wet fields and suffer pain
And loneliness as a tree takes
The night's darkness, the day's rain
While I watch you, and pray for you,
And so increase my small store
Of credit in the bank of God,
Who sees you suffer and me pray
And touches you with the sun's ray,
That heals not, yet blinds my eyes
And seals my lips as Job's were sealed
Imperiously in the old days"

...

"Poor hill farmer astray in the grass:
There came a movement and he looked up, but
All that he saw was the wind pass.
There was a sound of voices on the air,
But where? Where? It was only the glib stream talking
Softly to itself. And once when he was walking
Along a lane in spring he was deceived
By a shrill whistle coming through the leaves:
Wait a minute, wait a minute - four swift notes;
He turned, and it was nothing, only a thrush
In the thorn bushes easing its throat.
He swore at himself for paying heed,
The poor hill farmer, so often again
Stopping, staring, listening, in vain,
His ear betrayed by the heart's need"

Jeremy Arblaster

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