Martine Pagé

Mon copain Michel (dont il a �t� question dans un billet pr�c�dent) est un b�d�iste de talent et un grand maniaque de BD en g�n�ral.

Il m’a offert r�cemment un album qui devrait vous plaire, oh vous, geeks, qui passez tant de temps devant votre ordinateur. Cyberculture mon amour (2001) est une BD bien sympathique qui nous pr�sente deux personnages en qu�te d’un producteur pour leur id�e de jeu vid�o (un jeu cyber-scatologique dont la description � elle seule vaut le d�tour). Il s’agit en fait d’un recueil de planches � suivre publi�es d’abord dans divers magazines. Humour spirituel et nouvelles technologies � l’honneur. Quelques planches sont disponibles sur le site Web de l’�diteur. On peut trouver cet album chez Fichtre!, coin Rivard et Bienville, � Montr�al.

It’s a day of grand egos. At least this one makes me laugh:

Leonardo DiCaprio – whose latest movie, Martin Scorsese’s The Aviator, opens here on Boxing Day – also admitted to developing a gargantuan ego after the success of What’s Eating Gilbert Grape in 1994, for which he was nominated for an Oscar and compared to a young Marlon Brando. He said his ego was once so big he believed his acting had « altered the course of history ».

From The Guardian.

Heavy, heavy, heavy, hand and heart.
We are at war,
bitterly, bitterly at war.

And the buying and selling
buzzes at our heads, a swarm
of busy flies, a kind of innocence.

(…)

And picnic parties return from the beaches
burning with stored sun in the dusk;
children promised a TV show when they get home
fall asleep in the backs of a million station wagons,
sand in their hair, the sound of waves
quietly persistent at their ears.
They are not listening.

Their parents at night
dream and forget their dreams.
They wake in the dark
and make plans. Their sequin plans
glitter into tomorrow.
They buy, they sell.

They fill freezers with food.
Neon signs flash their intentions
into the years ahead.

And at their ears the sound
of the war. They are
not listening, not listening.

Tenebrae by Denise Levertov, 1967.
Hear the author read the full version of this poem here.