Beaucoup de très beaux trucs côté musique cette semaine, un peu de tout en vrac niveau lien, et un extrait de lectures en cours.
Une belle récolte chez KEXP ces derniers temps :
Mais aussi un live plus ancien au NPR Tiny Desktop:
Je suis en train de finir ma relecture d'Excession, de Iain M. Banks, qui est à la hauteur de mes souvenirs :)
Le passage ci dessous (les réfléxions d'un vaisseau de guerre sentient) notamment, résonne beaucoup avec les discours autour des llm et de leurs usages :
It was a warship, after all. It was built, designed to glory in destruction, when it was considered appropriate. It found, as it was rightly and properly supposed to, an awful beauty in both the weaponry of war and the violence and devastation which that weaponry was capable of inflicting, and yet it knew that attractiveness stemmed from a kind of insecurity, a sort of childishness. It could see that - by some criteria - a warship, just by the perfectly articulated purity of its purpose, was the most beautiful single artifact the Culture was capable of producing, and at the same time understand the paucity of moral vision such a judgement implied. To fully appreciate the beauty of a weapon was to admit to a kind of shortsightedness close to blindness, to confess to a sort of stupidity. The weapon was not itself; nothing was solely itself. The weapon, like anything else, could only finally be judged by the effect it had on others, by the consequences it produced in some outside context, by its place in the rest of the universe. By this measure the love, or just the appreciation, of weapons was a kind of tragedy.
La suite directe du passage, elle, pourrait décrire l'amérique de Trump. Où la France de Retaillau, Nunez et leur préfets, des mairies RN et du Canon Français.
The Attitude Adjuster thought it could see into the souls of the Affronters. They were not the happy-go-lucky life-and-soul-of-the-party grand fellows with a few bad habits they were commonly thought to be; they were not thoughtlessly cruel in the course of seeking to indulge other more benign and even admirable pleasures; they were not merely terrible rascals.
They gloried, first and foremost, in their cruelty. Their cruelty was the point. They were not thoughtless. They knew they hurt their own kind and others and they revelled in it; it was their purpose. The rest - the robust joviality, the blokish vivacity -was part happy accident, part cunningly exaggerated ploy, the equivalent of an angelic-looking child discovering that a glowing smile will melt the severest adult heart and excuse almost any act, however dreadful.