Aujourd'hui sur Blog à part – « Sherlock Holmes and the Martian Menace », d’Eric Brown
Après la guerre contre les Martiens et la paix entre les deux mondes, Holmes et Watson se retrouvent dans Sherlock Holmes and the Martian Menace, d'Eric Brown.
#Pastiche #ScienceFiction #Steampunk
https://erdorin.org/sherlock-holmes-and-the-martian-menace-deric-brown/
Aujourd'hui sur Blog à part –
« Sherlock Holmes and the Martian Menace », d’Eric Brown
Après la guerre contre les Martiens et la paix entre les deux mondes, Holmes et Watson se retrouvent dans Sherlock Holmes and the Martian Menace, d’Eric Brown.
#EricBrown #pastiche #PlanèteSF #scienceFiction #SherlockHolmes #steampunk
Aujourd'hui sur Blog à part – « Sherlock Holmes and the Martian Menace », d’Eric Brown
Après la guerre contre les Martiens et la paix entre les deux mondes, Holmes et Watson se retrouvent dans Sherlock Holmes and the Martian Menace, d'Eric Brown.
#Pastiche #ScienceFiction #Steampunk
https://erdorin.org/sherlock-holmes-and-the-martian-menace-deric-brown/
Some say Trump’s reign will end through trade,
Some say through ICE.
From what I’ve seen of deals he’s made
It’s businesses he’s most betrayed.
But if he had to tumble twice,
I think I’ve seen enough of hate
To say that for destruction ICE
Is also great
And would suffice.
(With apologies to Robert Frost)
#Doggerel #Pastiche #uspol #Poetry
On a lonely highway somewhere in nowhere, Sid's car broke down.
Sid's will was broken.
He had a flat #tire. The spare was flat too.
Tired, Sid dozed in the sun.
Greys lurking in the nearby cornfield spied his predicament.
They circled the car and nodded to each other.
When Sid woke, he found the car floating. His tires were gone. His engine didn't roar, but buzz.
Sid crossed himself and gave thanks.
When he went to get in, he found he locked himself out.
#wss366 #hemingway #pastiche
#writerscoffeeclub 10 June. Where is the line between between homage and theft?
"I made up a joke," Jeckle said, strutting along the fence top.
"Do tell," Heckle screamed. “Joke, joke, we want a joke.”
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Jeckle fluffed his feathers proudly.
"That's my joke," The Mad Hatter joined the conversation.
"Claiming it's yours is theft," The March Hare said. “Artistic poison.”
“Pompous, pompous, the rabbit’s pompous!” Heckle screamed.
"Plagiarism even," a sleepy voice added, joining the conversation late.
"But this is an homage," Alice concluded.
"Creek. Crackle. Craraky." Heckle and Jeckle screamed together.
Hatter grabbed Heckle, and Hare Jeckle, and into the tea pot they went.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMWCC #pastiche #HeckleAndJeckle #AliceInWonderLand #Crows #Corvids #Drabble
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/07 Saturday excerpt #Focus
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 10
The ghost and the boy walked through the waking streets of London, threading their way through the bustle of people getting ready for the day. Periodically, they heard shouts of Merry Christmas and other holiday salutations.
Ghost led the way through poor back-alley streets, past mean penny-a-day inns and crowded tenements. But she never hesitated. As long as she focused, he knew where the Cratchits lived. Arriving at a run-down house, the Ghost stopped.
“What’s your name, boy?” Ghost asked. It seemed silly to keep calling him “boy.”
“David, sir, if it pleases you, sir. David Copperfield.”
Ghost nodded, not being well-read. He didn’t recognize the name. She knew enough ghost lore to know the story “A Christmas Carol,” but there were no ghosts in “David Copperfield.”
“This is what you do, David. Knock on the door and say you have a message from Mr. Scrooge. Say he has had a change of heart, and a generous present will soon arrive. Lastly, say that Mr. Scrooge could not pay you to deliver the message, but he was sure the Cratchits would share a meal with you. You can add that line, ‘I’m so hungry,’ if you like. You do it very well. It would melt a heart of stone.”
“And you, sir. Surely you won’t run off now. I shall sorely miss you if you do.” David grabbed at Ghost’s hands, but it was like trying to catch the morning mist.
“I must; I have someone to find,” Ghost said and closed her eyes, imagining a new place and time. A woman’s name popped into her head. “I will visit her.”
Q: Who did Ghost think of, i.e., where shall we go next?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #AChristmasCarol #DavidCopperfield #Poll
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/01 Dreams in your stories – Now I have.
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 9
The boy looked at Ghost. “I had a dream, sir. If it ain’t too silly to say so.”
“There was a man in black, like one of those mimes in Piccadilly, only black, not white. I even know his name, bless me. It was on his chest, proud as a toff with his misses. ‘Quasi Temporal,’ it said. I remember quite distinctly.”
“He handed me a box, square, warm… Oh, but the smell, like all the food vendors had piled their food in your lap, so fine it made my mouth hurt. When I opened it, there was a great round of bread inside, all covered with cheese. Cheese all melty and shining, like the sun on a morning like this.”
The boy stopped and pointed at the sun, which had just peeked through the buildings across the street.
“Sir, the taste. It was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. I was quite the pig. I ate the whole thing, every crumb, sir. A mouse couldn’t have found a bit to eat. I know I shouldn’t have, not all at once, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“And then, I said, very soft-like, not wanting to be rude, ‘Please, sir, may I have more?’”
The boy’s eyes got wide with wonder and excitement. “And he gave me more. A stack of them, like plates at a feast.”
“And just when I thought I ought to say a proper thank you, he vanished like chimney smoke.”
This time, the boy pointed to the coal smoke rising from the houses.
“And he says, ‘Anytime Time Traveling Pizza,’ just like that. I don’t know what it meant, but I wish he were real.”
“Then I wake up, so hungry and not anything to eat except my shoes and dust under the bed. You mentioned food, sir. Could we go? I’ll be like at church and make no more noise than a mouse. Please, sir.”
“Boo, hoo, creeek, hoo” Jeckle cried.
Ghost floated up and held out her hand. “Sure, let’s go, little sir.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #CharlesDickens #pastiche #DavidCopperfield #HeckleAndJeckle #Pizza
@QuasiTemporal
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/01 Tell us about your story
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 8
Ghost drifted out of Scrooge’s house, where she hadn’t felt welcome, and sat on the steps in the grim pre-dawn light. As the light grew stronger, a ragged, dirty boy sat down beside her. Silence stretched between them until the boy tentatively began talking.
“Sir—if you please, sir—are you quite deceased?” the boy inquired, tugging his threadbare cap.
“Yeah, it sucks.”
“If it wouldn’t trouble you greatly, sir, I should like to hear your story. I expect I shall be dead soon myself, what with the hunger and all.”
“Sure. Then I’ll take you someplace where there’s food—Bob Cratchit’s house.”
There’s an author who writes silly things, and she wanted to write a story for a prompt (#WSS366). #HEAVEN knows why! So, she made a “Lass” who... (Let me cut that short.) Anyway, she killed the Lass most cruelly. Then she found another prompt for time travel stories (#TimeTravelAuthors) and had the Lass summon me. I think I’m a kind of ghost, but not really. (Frankly, it makes little sense.) The ghost can time travel and is named “Time Traveling Ghost.” (That’s me.) “Ghost,” for short. Only Author (that’s her name in the story) hasn’t told Ghost how to time travel. All Ghost wants is to get revenge on the people who killed Lass (Poe and Time Manager—TM for short). The—
The boy raised a hand. “You believe the strangest things, sir,” said the boy, wide-eyed. “But I dare say the world is full of such strangeness, if only one’s stomach weren’t growling too loud to hear it.”
Jeckle, who perched below them on Scrooge’s steps, added, “She sure does, don’t she, Boy? Let’s EAT!”
Heckle, sitting next to Jeckle, screeched, “Chow down. Chow down. Get yer feed bag!”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #AChristmasCarol #CharlesDickens #pastiche #DavidCopperfield #HeckleAndJeckle #Crow #Corvid #Plushies @ShadowPlay @plush_bot
#TimeTravelAuthors May 31 Author choice
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 7 (Long)
The word “Goodbye” resounded like a pen’s ultimate declaration, and Ghost found herself in a dark room smelling of mildew. In front of her was a moth-eaten four-poster bed with a figure struggling to arise.
“Have you come to call upon me as well?” inquired the figure, an old gentleman whose nightgown hung on him like a shroud, his cap askew, and blankets heaped around him. “I assure you, good spirit, I am a reformed soul. Pray, tell me, who are you?”
“Time Traveling Ghost, and who might you be?” Ghost took the chance to look around. She found herself in a bedroom furnished only by the bed and a writing desk with a lone bowl, a spoon handle protruding from it. Underfoot was a threadbare carpet with an incongruous holly leaf and three red berries scattered on it.
“Ebenezer Scrooge!” came the astonished reply. “But I was given to understand — most solemnly — that there would be three spirits, and three alone. What business have you here?”
“I think it’s a joke by Author.” Ghost said, as perplexed as Scrooge at the turn of events. She cast her eyes about and spotted Heckle and Jeckle in the corner. “Damn, just my luck they would come along,” she muttered so low Scrooge couldn’t make out the words.
The elder blinked at him, befuddled. “I know not this Arthur of whom you speak, nor have I an appetite for riddles at this hour. The cock has not crowed, and come dawn I am beset by more tasks than I can bear. Go your way, sir, and take your visions with you.”
“I don’t suppose you’d spare me a farthing for a morning cup of coffee?” Ghost asked. “As you say, it’s rather early.”
“Not a farthing, nay, not a penny, ill-begotten beggar!” Scrooge cried, waving his arms as if to banish a vapour. “Begone, figment conjured by the tyrannies of undigested mustard!”
“Changed man,” Jeckle croaked, “Not.”
“Coffee? You’re a ghost,” Heckle screeched. “Hey buddy, can you spare me a dime?”
Scrooge pivoted to where the voices came from. “And what ill-begotten jesters are these? Vile emanations of prunes left too long to stew. Begone, thou late-born fragment of muddled sleep! Coffee indeed! Brazen haunt, seek you an almshouse, not my abode.” And with that, he dove under the covers.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA
#AChristmasCarol #CharlesDickens #pastiche
#HeckleAndJeckle
In Kooperation mit @oerinfo ist ein neuer Text erschienen: Till Kreutzer erklärt anhand von Praxisbeispielen das Verhältnis von Creative Commons-Lizenzen zu gesetzlichen Nutzungserlaubnissen.
In manchen Konstellationen gewährt die CC-Lizenz mehr Freiheit – und in anderen die #Urheberrechtsschranke, etwa beim #Pastiche. Auch Pflichten & Restriktionen können bei Lizenz und gesetzlicher Regelung unterschiedlich sein.
Was wann Vorrang hat: https://doi.org/10.59350/irights.32561
*Some pioneers of early photography venture out to photograph some historical fiction, and, like, what is that documentary effort even about #pastiche #protosteampunk #atemporality #calotype
www.academia.edu/4975071/The_...
The Experienced Eye of the Ant...
‘A self-described art thief’: how Wayne Thiebaud channeled other artists
The late painter was known for his masterly reinterpretations of famous works but also his own, wide-ranging originals https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2025/apr/16/wayne-thiebaud-san-francisco-exhibition #art #pastiche #copyright
"Brave Sir Donald"
(With apologies to the Monty Python crew.)
Bravely Bold Sir Donald, strode forth from his resort.
He was not afraid to tariff, O' Brave Sir Donald!
He was not at all afraid to tank his state in stupid ways!
Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave Sir Donald
He was not in the least bit scared to bring the markets down,
Or to tax imported goods, and have inflation surging!
To have his bonds go bad, and his dollars lose their sway!
All his trade deals dumped and broken, Brave Sir Donald!
His congress freaked, and his Fox friends bummed, and his bodyguard scared
And his senate tipped, and his allies pissed, and ten trillion trashed, and his golf time slashed-
…
Brave Sir Donald Ran Away!
Bravely Ran Away Away!
When consequence reared it's ugly head, he bravely turned his rump and fled!
Yes, brave Sir Donald turned about,
And gallantly, he chickened out!
Still unsteady on his feet, he beat a very brave retreat!
Bravest of the Brave, Sir DONALD!
Approximate transcript of an actual conversation at work, discussing presenting on #DeepSpaceObject s (which was nothing to do with either of our jobs):
Them: "Although I've done this sort of thing so much I could just do it on the fly"
Me: "So what's this ?" (gestures at the air)
T: "Well, let's see, that's M42, so the red bits are emission nebula and the blue bits are reflection nebula."
M: "No, the blue bits are emission nebula, and the red bits are reflection nebula."
T: "No, the red bits are emission, and the blue reflection."
M: "Blue bits have always been emission, and red reflection."
T: "Look, don't you start with that blue emission shit again..."
achja, die etwa 1,5 Sekunden #MetallAufMetall-Sample beschäftigen seit 25 Jahren oder länger die Gerichte – die unendliche Geschichte hat mit dem #Pastiche-Konzept einen ganz neuen Drall gekriegt und ist noch nicht auserzählt ...
Ein kleiner Leckerbissen für zwischendurch: Der HipHopper Moses Pelham wird von der Neuen Juristischen Wochenschrift (NJW) zur Causa #MetallAufMetall interviewt.
Die Antworten sind ziemlich geschliffen, enthalten aber auch interessante Passagen zum Gang des mittlerweile über 25 Jahre währenden #Sampling-Rechtsstreits und wie sich die rechtliche Unsicherheit auf die künstlerische Praxis auswirkt, Stichwort #Umgehungskreativität
https://rsw.beck.de/aktuell/daily/magazin/detail/rechtsstreitigkeiten-aelter-als-du
Pastiche im Urheberrecht: EuGH verhandelt Pelham II – Einblicke und offene Fragen
Der EuGH verhandelt Pelham II zur Pastiche-Schranke. Kernfrage: Ist ein zweisekündiges Sample erlaubt? Die Entscheidung könnte kreative Praktiken wie Sampling, Memes und AI-Kunst europaweit beeinflussen.
https://kanzlei-kramarz.de/pastiche-im-urheberrecht-eugh-verhandelt-pelham-ii-einblicke-und-offene-fragen/
#DerAnwaltsBlogVonRechtsanwaltKramarz #Urheberrecht #MetallAufMetall #pastiche #pelham
February 2025
# 34
REFLET DANS UN DIAMANT MORT (REFLECTION ON A DEAD DIAMOND)
dir Bruno Forzani and Hélène Cattet, 2025
Secret agent man.
#Berlinale75 #giallo #spy #swingingsixties #pastiche #homage #exploitation #mystery #film #fumetti #comicbooks
Frosty Wolves
Two wolves were fighting in my mind
And sorry I could not make them friends
To live the freedom of wolf-kind.
And thus confused I stood, resigned
To wait until their conflict ends.
One wolf, we’re told is dark despair;
The other one is hope and light.
Since yin and yang existed there
I, through reflection, became aware…
Perhaps there never was a fight?
In a false dilemma I’d been caught.
I had to purge the wolf-pretense –
A binary view that I’d been taught.
I broke my chains of polar thought
And that has made all the difference.
