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Le Chat #7
Le Chat à Malibu
C'est à Malibu, haut lieu de la sémantique moderne, que part le matou confucéen. De la franche rigolade à l'émotion, en passant par le sourire, le rire jaune ou le fou rire, il entraîne le lecteur dans les recoins encore inexplorés de son esprit torturé.
80 pages, Hardcover
First published September 22, 1997
About the author
Philippe Geluck
139 books28 followersArtiste belge né à Bruxelles le 7 mai 1954. Il est surtout connu pour être l'auteur de la série de bande dessinée Le Chat. Il participe également à plusieurs émissions télévisées en tant que chroniqueur, notamment en collaboration avec Laurent Ruquier.
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March 7, 2015
And for those who want still more wit and wisdom of LE CHAT...
[In front of coffee cup]
The future seems less stressful
now that I read it in decaff.
[French psychics use coffee grounds rather than tea leaves]
If you steal a fish for a man
You will feed him for a day.
If you teach him how to steal
He will eat all his life.
[Holding tennis racket and talking to journalist]
JOURNALIST: So do you prefer grass or astroturf?
LE CHAT: Dunno... I've never smoked astroturf.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
And I am in no way averse to the thought that images (irrespective of whether they are digital, printed, televisual or distributed in the service of advertising), in our civilization, whether one wishes it or not, undoubtedly have the property that the graphical representation of an idea can have a more determinate effect on the reader's sensibilities than a long piece of verbiage in which each term, however appropriate it may be in itself, simultaneously acts both against itself and, more seriously, against the discourse viewed as a whole.
If an optimist has a ladder, he's happy!
And if one day someone steals the rungs
He doesn't say Damn! Someone's stolen my rungs!
He says Hey! It's fine. I've got a pair of stilts.
And if, a bit later, someone steals one of the stilts
He doesn't say Shit! Someone's stolen my stilt!
He says Hey! It's not so bad. I wanted to learn how to pole-vault.
And if, still later, someone breaks his pole
He doesn't say Fuck! Some bastard has broken my pole!
He says Hey! Perfect! I'll cut it up in rung-sized pieces
and if I later find two stilts, you know what?
I'll be able to make a ladder!
You know the guy who said
that only crazy people never change their minds?
Well he wasn't crazy
So he changed his mind
And said
Only crazy people change their minds
And so he didn't change his mind.
[Admiring himself in mirror]
I wouldn't mind being
the girl who's going to fall for me
God
He created everything, you know
He created racism
And he also created campaigns against racism
With all due respect
I think God's a bit fucked up
[In front of coffee cup]
The future seems less stressful
now that I read it in decaff.
[French psychics use coffee grounds rather than tea leaves]
If you steal a fish for a man
You will feed him for a day.
If you teach him how to steal
He will eat all his life.
[Holding tennis racket and talking to journalist]
JOURNALIST: So do you prefer grass or astroturf?
LE CHAT: Dunno... I've never smoked astroturf.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
And I am in no way averse to the thought that images (irrespective of whether they are digital, printed, televisual or distributed in the service of advertising), in our civilization, whether one wishes it or not, undoubtedly have the property that the graphical representation of an idea can have a more determinate effect on the reader's sensibilities than a long piece of verbiage in which each term, however appropriate it may be in itself, simultaneously acts both against itself and, more seriously, against the discourse viewed as a whole.
If an optimist has a ladder, he's happy!
And if one day someone steals the rungs
He doesn't say Damn! Someone's stolen my rungs!
He says Hey! It's fine. I've got a pair of stilts.
And if, a bit later, someone steals one of the stilts
He doesn't say Shit! Someone's stolen my stilt!
He says Hey! It's not so bad. I wanted to learn how to pole-vault.
And if, still later, someone breaks his pole
He doesn't say Fuck! Some bastard has broken my pole!
He says Hey! Perfect! I'll cut it up in rung-sized pieces
and if I later find two stilts, you know what?
I'll be able to make a ladder!
You know the guy who said
that only crazy people never change their minds?
Well he wasn't crazy
So he changed his mind
And said
Only crazy people change their minds
And so he didn't change his mind.
[Admiring himself in mirror]
I wouldn't mind being
the girl who's going to fall for me
God
He created everything, you know
He created racism
And he also created campaigns against racism
With all due respect
I think God's a bit fucked up
September 25, 2010
Tiens, je l'avais déjà lu, celui-là...
Pas grave, j'en avait oublié une partie, et le tout reste fort agréable à lire. L'auteur est toujours adepte des jeux de mots, coq-à-l'âne, situations absurdes, calembours visuels...
Pas grave, j'en avait oublié une partie, et le tout reste fort agréable à lire. L'auteur est toujours adepte des jeux de mots, coq-à-l'âne, situations absurdes, calembours visuels...
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