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A video based on the poem by Jacques Prevert.
The song is called \”Juneau\” by Port Blue (please don’t sue me for using it…).
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Jacques Prévert – La grasse matinée lyrics + English translation

1. “grasse matinée” (lit. “fat morning”) means “a lie-in”, but here it can be understood as “a morning with plenty to eat” ; 2. “Félix Potin” was …

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and twenty-five cents for the boy’s tip. … when it moves in the memory of a hungry man. … Translated from the French poem of Jacques Prévert, “ …

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La Grasse Matinée English Analysis 1 | PDF – Scribd

characteristic of silent movies. We could compare them to ‘journalistic frames’. … The poem is build around 4 scenes in different settings: the shop window, the …

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La Grasse Matinee | on.my.yellow.plate

Faire la grasse matinee in french means to sleep in, to sleep further than you use to, or simply just to stay on bed long after you’re awake.

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English translation of Jacques Preverts “La Grasse Matinee”?

A tall order! If you mean the title: ” A morning in bed”. If you mean the poem itself , here we go: How dreadful is the small sound made by the hard boiled …

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Translation of La grasse matinée, Jacques Prévert from French to English.

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Fat Morning – EVERYWHERE

This poem by Jacques Prévert is originally entitled “La Grasse Matinée”, which is an iom for staying late in bed.

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English Translation of “faire la grasse matinée”

In other languages. faire la grasse matinée … If you sleep in, you sleep longer than usual. Yesterday, few players turned up because most slept in. American …

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FR1022 Student ID:51441702 Word count: 1127 Jacques Prévert La grasse matinée Section A 1. Read carefully the poem La grasse matinée (Paroles, …

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La grasse matinée lyrics + English translation

It is so frightful, the noise

of a hardboiled egg being shelled against a pewter counter.

That noise is so frightful

when it stirs in the memories of the hungry man.

It is frightful too, the head of the man

the head of the hungry man

when it’s 6AM and he looks at his reflection

in the window of the department store.

A head the color of dust.

Still, it’s not at his own head he’s looking at

in the grocery’s window.

The man does not give a damn about his head.

He doesn’t think about it.

He’s musing.

He pictures another head.

A calf’s head for instance,

served with vinegar sauce,

or the head of anything edible,

and he gently works his jaw,

gently,

and he grinds his teeth gently,

because the whole world is taking the mickey out of him

and he can’t defend against this world,

and he’s counting on his fingers: one, two, three.

One, two, three,

it’s been three days since he last ate.

And though he keeps saying to himself

it can’t go on like this,

it does go on.

Three days,

three nights

with nothing to eat,

and behind these windows,

these patés, these bottles, these jars,

dead fishes preserved by cans,

cans sheltered by windows,

windows watched over by cops

cops protected by fear.

So many barricades for a mere half-dozen sardines…

A bit further away, the bar,

flat white and hot croissants.

The man staggers

and inside his head

a haze of words

a haze of words

sardines to eat,

hardboiled egg, flat white

coffee spiked with rhum

flat white

flat white

bled white sprinkled with blood! …

A gentleman well esteemed in his neighbourhood

had his throat slit in broad daylight.

The murderer, a tramp, robbed him

of two francs,

that is a liqueur coffee:

zero dot seventy francs,

two buttered slices of bread

and twenty five cents for the waiter’s tip.

It is so frightful, the noise

of a hardboiled egg being shelled against a pewter counter.

That noise is so frightful

when it stirs in the memories of the hungry man.

Jacques Prévert : La Grasse Matinée

It is terrible

the sound of the broken hard-boiled egg on a tin counter

this noise is terrible

when it moves in the memory of a hungry man

the head of the man is terrible too

the head of a hungry man

when he looks at himself at six in the morning

through the glass of a big store

a dust-colored head

that is not his head even if he’s looking at it

through the showcase of At Potin

he doesn’t care about his head of a man

he doesn’t think of it

he fancies

he fancies another head

a head of a calf for instance

with a vinegar sauce

or a head of anything that is to eat

and he slowly moves his jaw

slowly

and he creaks his teeth slowly

because the world pays off his head

and he can do nothing against this world

and he counts on his finger one two three

one two three

it’s been three days he ate

and it may repeat itself for three days

it can’t last

it lasts

three days

three nights

without eating

and behind these windows

these pasties, these bottles, these conserves

dead fish protected by boxes

boxes protected by windows

windows protected by cops

cops protected by fear

what barricades for six unhappy sardines..

A little further the bistro

coffee with cream and warm croissants

the man hesitates

and inside his head

a mist of words

a mist of words

sardines to eat

hard-boiled egg coffee with cream

coffee and rum

coffee with cream

coffee with cream

coffee with crime laced with blood! ..

A highly esteemed man in his neighborhood

was slit in broad daylight

the assassin vagabond stole him

two francs

fair enough for a laced coffee

zero franc seventy

two buttered sandwiches

and twenty-five cents for the boy’s tip.

It is terrible

the sound of the broken hard-boiled egg

on a tin counter

this sound is terrible

when it moves in the memory of a hungry man.

Benyamin Bensalah

13.03.2020

Translated from the French poem of Jacques Prévert, “La Grasse Matinée*”.

*La Grasse Matinée: Sleeping late and eating well in the morning

La Grasse Matinée English Analysis 1

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La Grasse Matinee

Today I woke up and knew that i can’t be bothered to cook. I’m in one of my mercurial moods. My head is spinning after researching for my upcoming spring break. So I figure I shall do a little Rive Gauche, since it’s part of my homework anyway.

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Faire la grasse matinee in french means to sleep in, to sleep further than you use to, or simply just to stay on bed long after you’re awake. But there’s a poem by Jacques Prevert (1900-1977) that I think is really beautiful in a smart way. You’ll see. Translation (mine) is below the original version.

La Grasse Matinee

Il est terrible

le petit bruit de l’oeuf dur casse sur un comptoir d’étain

il est terrible ce bruit

quand il remue dans la mémoire de l’homme qui a faim

elle est terrible aussi la tete de l’homme

la tête de l’homme qui a faim

quand il se regarde a six heures du matin

dans la glace du grand magasin

une tête couleur de poussière

ce n’est pas sa tête pourtant qu’il regarde

dans la vitrine de chez Potin

il s’en fout de sa tête l’homme

il n’y pense pas

il songe

il imagine une autre tête

une tête de veau par exemple

avec une sauce de vinaigre

ou une tête de n’importe quoi qui se mange

et il remue doucement la mâchoire

doucement

et il grince des dents doucement

car le monde se paye sa tete

et il ne peut rien contre ce monde

et il compte sur ses doigts un deux trois

un deux trois

cela fait trois jours qu’il n’a pas mange

et il a beau se répéter depuis trois jours

ca ne peut pas durer

ca dure

trois jours

trois nuits

sans manger

et derrière ces vitres

ces pâtés ces bouteilles ces conserves

poissons morts protégés par les boites

boites protegees pas les vitres

vitres protegees par les flics

flics proteges par la crainte

que de barricades pour six malheureuses sardines…

un peu plus loin le bistrot

cafe crème et croissants chauds

l’homme titube

et dans l’intérieur de sa tête

un brouillard de mots

un brouillard de mots

sardines a manger

oeuf dur cafe crème

cafe arrose rhum

cafe creme

cafe creme

cafe crime arrose sang!

Un homme très estime dans son quartier

a été égorgé en plein jour

l’assassin le vagabond lui a vole

deux francs

soit un cafe arrose

zero franc soixante-dix

deux tartines beurrées

et vingt-cinq centimes pour le pourboire du garçon.

il est terrible

le petit bruit de l’oeuf dur casse sur un comptoir d’étain

il est terrible ce bruit

quand il remue dans la mémoire de l’home qui a faim.

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La Grasse Matinee (Literally, The Fat Morning)

It is terrible

the sound of hard boiled egg cracked on top of the metal counter

it is terrible this sound

when it evokes the memory of a man who is hungry

it is also terrible the head of this man

the head of this hungry man

what he sees at 6am

at the glass pane window of a big shop

a head in the colour of dust

but it is not his head that he sees

on the window of Chez Potin – a chain of food store

it is not his head he thinks about

he dreams

he dreams about another head

a veal head for example – a classic dish in french cuisine

with vinegar sauce

or head of anything that is to be eaten

and he move slowly his jaw

slowly

and he grinds his teeth, slowly

because the world is mocking his head

and he can do nothing against this world

and he counts on his finger one two three

one two three

it has been three days since he last ate

and it will repeat itself for the next three days

this can not last

and yet it lasts

three days

three nights

without eating

and behind this glass pane window

those pates those bottles those preserved food

dead fishes protected by the boxes

the boxes protected by the glass pane windows

the windows protected by the cops

the cops protected by the fear

that barricades the six unfortunate sardines

a little further from the bistro

coffee with cream and hot croissants

the man totters

and inside his head

a fog of words

a storm of words

sardines to eat

boiled eggs cream coffee

coffee infused with rum

cream coffee

coffee with cream

coffee with cream sprinkled with blood!

A highly esteemed man of the neighborhood

was slit at the throat on a broad day light

the killer the vagabond robbed him

2 francs

for coffee with alcohol

zero franc 70 cents

2 slices of bread with butter

and 25 cents tips for the little boy

It is terrible

the sound coming out from eggs cracked on the silver metal counter

it is terrible this sound

when it reminds the memory of a man who is hungry

– Jacques Prevet, Paroles

English translation of Jacques Preverts “La Grasse Matinee”? : 18033

English translation of Jacques Preverts “La Grasse Matinee”?

A tall order!

If you mean the title: ” A morning in bed”.

If you mean the poem itself , here we go:

How dreadful

is the small sound made by the hard boiled egg being cracked against a zinc counter

It is horrible that noise

when it stirs in the memory of the starving man

The head of the man is terrible to see too

The head of the man who is hungry

when he stares at himself at six o’clock in the morning

in the window of the departmental store

A head the colour of dust

Yet it is not his head that he is looking at

in the window of Potin’s

He does not care about his head, the man

He does not think about it

he dreams

he imagines another head

A calf’s head for instance with a vinegar sauce

or the head of anything edible

and he moves his jaws gently

and he grinds his teeth gently

because the world is mocking him

and he can do nothing against that world

He counts on his fingers; one, two, three

three days since he last ate

and even if he repeats to himself “three days

it cannot go on”

it does go on

three days

three nights

without eating

and behind those windows

those pâtés, those bottles, those preserves

dead fish protected by tins

tins protected by windows

windows protected by the police

policemen protected by fear

What a lot of barricades for six miserable sardines

A little further the bistro

cream coffee and hot croissants

The man staggers

and within his head

a fog of words

a fog of words

sardines to eat

hard boiled egg cream coffee

coffee drenched with rhum

cream coffee

coffee crime drenched with blood

A man, well-respected in the neighbourhood,

has had his throat slit in full daylight

The murderer, the tramp has stolen from him

two francs,

in other words a coffee with a top up

zero francs seventy five

two slices of bread and butter

and twenty five centimes for the waiter

Jacques Prévert

It’s terrible

the faint sound of a hard boiled egg firmly cracked on a tin counter

it’s terrible this faint sound

when it stirs the memory of a starving man

English translation of ‘faire la grasse matinée’

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