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pascal_lamachere@diaspora-fr.org
Pascal Lamachère

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Recette de Gratin de patates douces végan - Cuisine, Art, Politique et Compagnie

Une autre recette assez rapide à préparer, si ce n'est le temps de cuisson : Gratin de patates douces végan,…

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pascal_lamachere@diaspora-fr.org
Pascal Lamachère

Présentation : "Second tour et bis repetita : l’éborgneur libéral face à la néofasciste « républicaine ». Inutile de revenir sur le bilan politique du président sortant : la colère le dispute au dégoût. Inutile de rappeler à quoi ressemblerait le régime de la candidate du RN : la chose est documentée en plus d’un endroit du monde. L’écrivaine Sandra Lucbert — autrice, notamment, de Personne ne sort les fusils — s’adresse ici au « MondeDeLaCulture » : autrement dit, à ceux et celles qui, de tribunes en interventions médiatiques, s’érigent actuellement en « grandes consciences » sans s’être émus, jamais, de l’écrasement sauvage des gilets jaunes, des tentes lacérées des migrants, de l’adoption de lois répressives ou des assauts contre les conquis sociaux."

 

 

 

Présentation : "Il y a quelques mois, paraissait aux éditions Amsterdam l’essai Terre et capital. Son auteur, le docteur et enseignant en philosophie Paul Guillibert, y mène une critique écologique du capitalisme depuis une histoire environnementale de la pensée marxiste. Guillibert invite ainsi, avec d’autres, à « abandonner les vieilles oppositions mal construites » : plus rien ne justifie d’opposer la défense du monde du travail à celle de l’environnement et des non-humains. Et l’auteur de demander : « Comment politiser le mouvement climat pour l’amener à prendre en compte la centralité de l’exploitation du travail ? Comment "écologiser" les luttes sociales pour leur faire admettre l’urgence du réchauffement climatique ? » Sa proposition, à la fois théorique et stratégique, a pour nom « communisme du vivant » : nous en parlons avec lui dans le détail."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Non Négociables : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4-PjQy3CUw

La chanson de Snowden : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_YJ8rd7r7A

LES TERRORICHES : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2J6hfpFWFw

Dans quel but et pour quelle fin ? : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noBfRyfnQew

Cours élémentaire : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGfn-1lM7I

Qui décide ? : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RE2f7f_pWKs

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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kennychaffin@diasp.org
Kenny Chaffin

Born of Man and Woman by Richard Matheson

https://espritsf.fr/wp-content/uploads/Matheson-Richard-Born-of-Man-and-Woman.pdf

Born of man and Woman
by Richard Matheson

X—This day when it had light mother called me retch. You retch she said. I saw in her eyes the anger. I wonder what it is a retch.

This day it had water falling from upstairs. It fell all around. I saw that. The ground of the back I watched from the little window. The ground it sucked up the water like thirsty lips. It drank too much and it got sick and runny brown. I didnt like it.

Mother is a pretty I know. In my bed place with cold walls around I have a paper things that was behind the furnace. It says on it SCREEN-STARS. I see in the pictures faces like of mother and father. Father says they are pretty. Once he said it.

And also mother he said. Mother so pretty and me decent enough. Look at you he said and didnt have the nice face. I touched his arm and said it is alright father. He shook and pulled away where I couldnt reach.

Today mother let me off the chain a little so I could look out the little window. Thats how I saw the water falling from upstairs.

XX—This day it had goldness in the upstairs. As I know when I looked at it my eyes hurt. After I look at it the cellar is red.

 
I think this was church. They leave the upstairs. The big machine swallows them and rolls out past and is gone. In the back part is the little mother. She is much small than me. I am I can see out the little window all I like.

In this day when it got dark I had eat my food and some bugs. I hear laughs upstairs. I like to know why there are laughs for. I took the chain from the wall and wrapped it around me. I walked squish to the stairs. They creak when I walk on them. My legs slip on them because I dont walk on stairs. My feet stick to the wood.

I went up and opened a door. It was a white place. White as white jewels that come from upstairs sometime. I went in and stood quiet. I hear the laughing some more. I talk to the sound and look through to the people. More people than I thought was. I thought I should laugh with them.

Mother came out and pushed the door in. It hit me and hurt. I fell back on the smooth floor and the chain made noise. I cried. She made a hissing noise into her and put her hand on her mouth. Her eyes got big.

She looked at me. I heard father call. What fell he called. She said a iron board. Come help pick it up she said. He came and said now is that so heavy you need. He saw me and grew big. The anger came in his eyes. He hit me. I spilled some of the drip on the floor from one arm. It was not nice. It made ugly green on the floor.

Father told me to go to the cellar. I had to go. The light it hurt some now in my eyes. It is not so like that in the cellar.

Father tied my legs and arms up. He put me on my bed. Upstairs I heard laughing while I was quiet there looking on a black spider that was swinging down to me. I thought what father said. Ohgod he said. And only eight.

XXX—This day father hit in the chain again before it had light. I have to try pull it out again. He said I was bad to come upstairs. He said never do that again or he would beat me hard. That hurts.

 
I hurt. I slept the day and rested my head against the cold wall. I thought of the white place upstairs.

XXXX—I got the chain from the wall out. Mother was upstairs. I heard little laughs very high. I looked out the window. I saw all little people like the little mother and little fathers too. They are pretty.

 
They were making nice noise and jumping around the ground. Their legs was moving hard. They are like mother and father. Mother says all right people look like they do.

One of the little fathers saw me. He pointed at the window. I let go and slid down the wall in the dark. I curled up as they would not see. I heard their talks by the window and foots running. Upstairs there was a door hitting. I heard the little mother call upstairs. I heard heavy steps and I rushed in my bed place. I hit the chain in the wall and lay down on my front.

I heard mother come down. Have you been at the window she said. I heard the anger. Stay away from the window. You have pulled the chain out again.

She took the stick and hit me with it. I didnt cry. I cant do that. But the drip ran all over the bed. She saw it and twisted away and made a noise. Oh mygodmygod she said why have you done this to me? I heard the stick go bounce on the stone floor. She ran upstairs. I slept the day.

XXXXX—This day it had water again. When mother was upstairs I heard the little one come slow down the steps. I hidded myself in the coal bin for mother would have anger if the little mother saw me.

 
She had a little live thing with her. It walked on the arms and had pointy ears. She said things to it.

It was all right except the live thing smelled me. It ran up the coal and looked down at me. The hairs stood up. In the throat it made an angry noise. I hissed but it jumped on me.

I didnt want to hurt it. I got fear because it bit me harder than the rat does. I hurt and the little mother screamed. I grabbed the live thing tight. It made sounds I never heard. I pushed it all together. It was all lumpy and red on the black coal.

I hid there when mother called. I was afraid of the stick. She left. I crept over the coal with the thing. I hid it under my pillow and rested on it. I put the chain in the wall again.

X—This is another times. Father chained me tight. I hurt because he beat me. This time I hit the stick out of his hands and made noise. He went away and his face was white. He ran out of my bed place and locked the door.

 
I am not so glad. All day it is cold in here. The chain comes slow out of the wall. And I have a bad anger with mother and father. I will show them. I will do what I did that once.

I will screech and laugh loud. I will run on the walls. Last I will hang head down by all my legs and laugh and drip green all over until they are sorry they didnt be nice to me.

If they try to beat me again Ill hurt them. I will.

#stories #writing #literature #sciencefiction

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jakob@pod.orkz.net
Jakobu

District heating facility

So this is artwork no. 402 (I obviously haven't gotten over my 400 artwork jubilee!)

One day my art will be the go to art for small, idealistic publishers who specialize in retro-realpaper-paperback-pulp-scifi. "Shit we haven't got enough money for the artwork on the cover, we'll have to take one of the kitchy Katharsisdrill cityscapes."

The title is inspired by one of the many fantastic features which makes Scandinavians suffer from a grim exceptionalism that makes other people seem modest and down to earth in comparison. No! It is not Norwegian prisons, It is not the Finnish School system, It is not fashionable Swedish wooden shoes on tall, sexy blonds... It is: The Danish district heating model.

As my old Disapora pod which hosted this free culture project got closed I am posting my art here. You can see it using the #katharsisdrill tag.

Go here for the high resolution Image

As always Creative Commons - attribution

#art #mywork #Krita #heating #districtheating #technology #sciencefiction #cc #creativecommons #freeculture

The Danish district heating model

The Danish district heating model is unique in its extensive range. District heating is part of Danish welfare history and it contributes to values beyond the economically measurable. 

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jakob@pod.orkz.net
Jakobu

Work team 5

Just finished this work. A bit gloomy, I know. Things out in the world are depressing enough, but here it is. Now that it is official that my old profile is gone I feel a bit homeless, but if you use the #katharsisdrill tag the latest things should show up...

The high resolution version can be found on my website: Work Team 5

The girl to the far right is taken from a photo of child workers - heart breaking and sadly not history yet.

#art #mywork #krita #Katharsisdrill #childlabour #sea #sci-fi #sciencefiction

Work Team 5

2920 x 2586 px - 10.6 MB PNG. Made with Krita

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jakob@pod.orkz.net
Jakobu

The Spire of FET

Right now I create at leat one digital painting a day. Before February is over I will have more than 400 artworks on my website (https://katharsisdrill.art/art/). Sometimes I wonder what the fuck I am doing, and how I can benefit myself (beyond the sheer joy of sharing :) I don't know to be honest, and right now I just work like a madman to trip out and get away.

Yesterevening I made this one which is the last part of a small series of science fiction paintings that could easily be found on sci-fi paperbacks from the eighties and ahead. It is called: “The Spire of FET”. I sure got to use the line tool in Krita.

Use the tag #katharsisdrill to see the other artworks I have posted on this profile recently.

You can see and download the original here.

#art #mywork #krita #Katharsisdrill #fantasy #Sciencefiction #paperback

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jakob@pod.orkz.net
Jakobu

The Towers of Language

As my other profile, the one containing my art project Katharsisdrill is down. I will be posting new artworks here until I know where I stand. Maybe I will move to a new pod that I control myself and then repost all the artworks there. Then you can see it all again. There now 383 different free culture artworks in the project.

This one was made yesterday evening and is part of a small series of science fiction paintings that could easily be found on sci fi paperbacks from the eighties and nineties (they actually still looks like this). It is called: "The Towers of Language".

Use the tag #katharsisdrill to see the other artworks I have posted on this profile recently.

You can see and download the original here.

#art #mywork #krita #Katharsisdrill #fantasy #Sciencefiction #paperback

The Towers of Language

2500 x 3417 px - 10.0 MB PNG. From the series: Pulp Paperback - 5 digital paintings Made with Krita

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jakob@pod.orkz.net
Jakobu

My Katharsisdrill art account on Diaspora where the project started seven years ago is down. I know the admin has been through a rough time, and I hate to bother him. At the same time I am producing tons of new work as I am going through a hard time myself and all I ever know to do in such times is working...

So here's a preview of some science fiction illustrations I've made these last days. Could be used on any pulp paperback from the eighties or nineties.

Nullspace - Caladrabn - Cryo chamber

#katharsisdrill #art #mywork #Krita #Sciencefiction #paperback

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