autumn has arrived and here is an autumnal mix for your listening pleasure.

but a poem first:

persephone by eavan boland

The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere.  And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted.  Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any bargain to keep her.
I carried her back past whitebeams
and wasps and honey-scented buddleias.
But I was Ceres then and I knew
winter was in store for every leaf
on every tree on that road.
Was inescapable for each one we passed.
And for me.
It is winter
and the stars are hidden.
I climb the stairs and stand where I can see
my child asleep beside her teen magazines,
her can of Coke, her plate of uncut fruit.
The pomegranate!  How did I forget it?
She could have come home and been safe
and ended the story and all
our heart-broken searching but she reached
out a hand and plucked a pomegranate.
She put out her hand and pulled down
the French sound for apple and
the noise of stone and the proof
that even in the place of death,
at the heart of legend, in the midst
of rocks full of unshed tears
ready to be diamonds by the time
the story was told, a child can be
hungry.  I could warn her.  There is still a chance.
The rain is cold.  The road is flint-coloured.
The suburb has cars and cable television.
The veiled stars are above ground.
It is another world.  But what else
can a mother give her daughter but such
beautiful rifts in time?
If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.
The legend will be hers as well as mine.
She will enter it.  As I have.
She will wake up.  She will hold
the papery flushed skin in her hand.
And to her lips.  I will say nothing.

now the mix:

Pomegranate: Autumn Equinox 2010

Ashes to Ashes – Warpaint: Ashes to Ashes
Stay (just a little bit more) – The Dø: A Mouthful
Veronica Sawyer – Summer Camp: Young
Daughters of Darkness – Arab Strap: Scenes Of A Sexual Nature
Coda – The Dø: A Mouthful
The Sun Ain’t Shining No More – The Asteroids Galaxy Tour: Around the Bend
Tightrope (ft. Big Boi) – Janelle Monáe: The ArchAndrroid
Fuck You – CeeLo Green: Fuck You
Tighten Up – The Black Keys: Brothers
Doubt – Corin Tucker
Sun Hands – Local Natives: Gorilla Manor
You Won’t Let Me Down Again – Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan: Hawk
Love Fade – Tamaryn: The Waves
Cold War – Janelle Mónae: The ArchAndroid
Most Wanted – Cults: Cults
Yr Love – Holy Other: We Over
Kämpa – Drivan: Disko
Ready for the World – How to Dress Well: Love You Down
Thirteen – Big Star: #1 Record
Englar og dárar – Ólöf Arnalds: Við og Við
Undertow – Warpaint: The Fool

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