send your name from my lips like a signal flare

i'm sitting here listening to the mountain goats. they are quite fantastic. i may go see them with devon in november.

i have a french test tomorrow and came across this poem in my textbook. i really like it. here is my attempt to translate from the french:

"breakfast"

he put coffee
in the cup
he put milk
in the cup of coffee
he put sugar
in the café au lait
with a little spoon
he turned
he drank the café au lait
and he put down the cup
without speaking to me
he lit
a cigarette
he made circles
with the smoke
he put the cinders
in the ash tray
without speaking to me
without looking at me
he rose
he put
his hat on his head
he put on
his rain coat
because it was raining
and he left
under the rain
without a word
without looking at me
and i, i put
my head in my hands
and i cried.

- jacques prévert

i just love the rhythm of the poem, especially the last stanza. the staccato, the short phrasing - you can almost feel the awkward silences of this meeting.

i got back on fbook for a while solely to promote my blog. i hate - loathe - the news feed, though. it is a monstrosity. and apparently anyone can join now. ugh. we'll see how long this lasts. no one was reading my blog, though, except for a few regulars.

i've been immersed in marx lately. and i'm trying to read american jesus by thursday. wish me luck.

peace,
sam