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Sunday, April first, 2012
Hairfor throw the auctorite of Almichty God, the Fader of hevin, his Son, our Saviour, Jhesu Crist, and of the Halygaist; throw the auctorite of the Blissit Virgin Sanct Mary, Sanct Michael, Sanct Gabriell, and all the angellis; Sanct John the Baptist, and all the haly patriarkis and prophets; Sanct Peter, Sanct Paull, Sanct Andro, and all haly appostillis; Sanct Stephin, Sanct Laurence, and all haly mertheris; Sanct Gile, Sanct Martyn, and all haly confessouris; Sanct Anne, Sanct Katherin, and all haly virginis and matronis; and of all the sanctis and haly company of hevin; be the auctorite of our Haly Fader the Paip and his cardinalis, aned of my said Lord Archibischop of Glasgw,  be the avise and assistance of my lordis, archibischop, bischopis, abbotis, priouris, and utheris prelatis and minesteris of halykirk.
I denounce, proclamis, and declaris all and sindry the committaris of the said saikles murthris, slauchteris, brinying, heirchippes, reiffis, thiftis and spulezeis, oppinly apon day licht and under silence ofnicht, alswele within temporale landis as kirklandis; togither with thair partakeris, assitaris, supplearis, wittandlie resettaris of thair personis, the gudes reft and stollen be thaim, art or part thereof, and their counsalouris and defendouris, of thair evil dedis generalie CURSIT, waryit, aggregeite, and reaggregeite, with the GREIT CURSING. At his cursing blog, Buddha's Black Dog, Edwin Moore quotes Archbishop Gavin Dunbar's curse against the border reivers. Dunbar, whom George MacDonald Fraser called
one of "the great cursers of all time," consigns the reivers "perpetualie to the deip pit of hell, the remain with Lucifer and all his fallowis, and thair bodeis to the gallows of the Burrow Mure, first to be hangit, syne revin and ruggit with doggis, swyne, and utheris wyld beists, abhominable to all the warld." (Thanks for the link, Stewart!)
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Sunday, March 18th, 2012
In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up from the page. ... I noted them for their clarity, their rhythm, their beauty and their enchantment. For surely it is a magical thing for a handful of words, artfully arranged, to stop time.
In the NY Times Sunday Review*, novelist Jhumpa Lahiri reflects on the "urge to convert experience into a group of words that are in a grammatical relation to one another" -- I empathize with her as far as this being a primary motivation. I love her description of reading Italian, which captures perfectly how I enjoy reading Spanish.
I sometimes underline sentences too, though I don't remember having done so in college -- it's a habit come by recently, until only a few years ago I could not hilight a book without its feeling forced and unproductive. Just last night I started a reread of The Art of Resurrection, which happily contains lots of underlining and margin notes from 2010. I believe a part of blogging my reread is going to be quoting from these, seeing if I am still finding these artfully arranged bunches of words to hold the same beauty and enchantment, how my reactions have evolved over the time since I first read it -- which time of course includes my translation of and revising of the first chapter , and reading Santa Maria de las flores negras... I'm thinking I'll try to keep fairly good bloggy notes about this reread. (As for Chapter 1 though, I am going to let my translation stand without discussing it.)
The second chapter (which I call "In Transit" in my notes) is slightly tedious compared to the opening (although, well, what would not be) -- there is a shift of tense from the imperfect narrative to a remembered preterite, the camera zooms out for a little setting up of the plot of the book. Here Magalena Mercado is introduced (again not in person, but via a story told by a traveling salesman) and we get some of Zárate Vega's back story. My only hilight in this chapter is the last line -- ¡Aleluya, Padre Santo! -- where I note a transition into Zárate Vega's voice. Switches between tenses and between voices are a very, very important part of this novel I think -- based on the two books I've read of Rivera Letelier's it seems to me like these switches are almost the key feature of his prose style. In this regard, the Christ of Elqui makes an ideal character for Rivera Letelier to draw.
 * and/or in the online "opinionator" section of the Times website? I am no longer sure with this newspaper what is the print organ and what is the digital presence. This piece is certainly printed on the front page of the "Review" section of the hardcopy Times delivered to my stoop this morning. However its url identifies it as part of the site's blog section -- perhaps there is no longer any distinction to be made between these venues.
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Saturday, February 18th, 2012
sà sÃ, tu aviso estóy escuchando pero hallo que no me importa esto rodeo del confesionario dar, del medio narrativo, del reflejo retro. Asà afirmando, estóy la suerte cerrando: no me debo preocupar de que puedo me apartar del camino recto y angosto
y vago garabatear la escrita mustia de disculpa.
En cambio, me gloriaré -- en todo caso, fanfarronearse es una forma de confesionario, ¿verdad? Cantaré autodescriptivamente qui quiri quÃ,
fingiré que mi ceguera perpleja fuera alguna ventana.
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Monday, January 30th, 2012
Los traductores traducen por traición (y por hoy casi como mandato) de un idioma extranjero a lo que se llama su lengua materna. En la jerga de los estudios de traducción, éso se llama traducción L1, a diferencia de la traducción L2, que se dice traducción hacia un idioma entendido, un otro idioma. Pero, ¿qué significa una lengua materna?
-- D. Bellos
¿Es un pez en tu oreja?
Me divertaba en los últimos dÃas, traduciendo de lo que se llama mi lengua materna a un idioma extranjero. ¿Por qué? Es divertido, delantero, y me hice pensar en el sentido de las palabras. Aún no he logrado cuantificar qué es, que me tan atractivo parece en relación con el bilingüismo... Todo que ha podido pensar degrada últimamente a tautologia.Examinando más tarde la declaración del San Jerónimo -- Ego enim non solum fateor, sed libera voce profiteor me in interpretatione Graecorum absque scripturis sanctis ubi et verborum ordo mysterium est non verbum e verbo sed sensum exprimere de sensu -- escribe Bellos que el San Jerónimo quizás trataba sobre un verdadero problema para los traductores: ¿cómo tratar los expresiones que no entiendes? En la lectura y la plática cotidiana nos acostumbramos a pasar por encima de tales expresiones, el sentido interpretando del contexto.
Donde el contexto no basta por interpretar, pasamos por encima. ¡Pasamos por alto todo el tiempo! Nadie entiende todas las palabras de Les Misérables, pero éso no mantiene nadie de disfrutar la novela de Hugo. Pero los traductores no se les permite pasar por alto.
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Saturday, January 28th, 2012
de "Cosas que se dicen sobre la traducción"
por David Bellos
¿Es un pez en tu oreja?: La traducción y el sentido de todo
CapÃtulo 4
(porque me está gustando traducir de un lenguaje que conozco solamente corto en inglés: intentamos el proceso al revés...)
La noción de que una traducción no se buen sustituye a la obra original debemos también someter a otra crÃtica. Se ese refrán esté válido, ¿qué reciban los lectores de una obra traducida? Por supuesto no la cosa auténtica. Pero más lejos, ni siquiera una sustituto: ni siquiera una Nescafé literaria. Afirmar la naturaleza irreemplazable del texto original los condena a ellos quienes no puedan leer el lenguaje en cuestión, a beber no Nescafé sino lavazas. Existiese ninguna opinión sobre el texto en que se vale creer, a menos que uno puede leer la obra original.Y aún es verdad, los ejemplos de Cervantes, Walpole, MacPherson, Gary, Guilleragues, Makine, Clifford y otras también se demuestren que nunca podemos estar seguros de que leemos una obra original.
Ismail Kadare recuenta otra historia sobre la dificultad de distinguir entre textos originales y traducidos en su novela memorial, Chronicle in Stone. Teniendo luego diez años, se fue encantado de un libro que lo regaló un tÃo de él. Su historia de fantasmas, de castillos, asesinos, traiciones le gustaba inmensamente, precisamente porque parecÃa explicar en parte las circunstancias que a él alrededor tenÃan lugar, en la ciudad fortificada de Gjirokastër durante esos años de guerras y disputas. Eso libro fue Macbeth, por William Shakespeare. El joven Ismail podÃa ver a la Dama Macbeth en su propia calle, se las manos retorciendo en el balcón, las cosas terribles lavándose que le sucedÃan en la casa. TenÃa ninguna idea de que este libro ha sido traducido de inglés. Fascinado infantilmente con un muchas veces releÃdo texto, copiaba sus palabras; preguntado hoy por los periodistas el tÃtulo de su primero libro escrito, responde siempre Macbeth, y hasta no más que la mitad de bromo. De cualquier modo que fue la traducción buena o mala, que a él tan le inspiró, seguramente no fue lavazas. Mucho mejor un elixir.
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Saturday, November 5th, 2011
Los mitos de la palabra girando escúchanlo.
El éter apoyandolo y nada les entendÃa, mientras
Sylvia le traÃalo, le podÃa, deberÃa, comprar, oh
Algunas veces yo cuando pienso en MarÃa, oh
Me canta de la tierra su recuerda, matadora,
En velas viejas y blancas y a fondo del pozo:
Me duele por su toque.
Tengo a su vuelta esperanza, también miedo.
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Tuesday, October 18th, 2011
 So for about 3 years now I've had the vague notion that I would really like to take a two-week vacation from work, travel to Mexico or some other Latin American country and enroll in an intensive Spanish language program. Unfortunately the artisan who fashioned me and put me here on Earth did not see fit to give me any capability of making plans; so it has remained a vague, unrealized notion. Every quality has its antithesis, every vacuum has its corresponding completeness; and Ellen is a very good planner. So thanks to her persistence it looks like we have a plan, a palpable plan, for the three of us to travel to southern Mexico late next summer and study Spanish as a family, at the Instituto Cultural Oaxaca. I can't wait!
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Saturday, October 15th, 2011
Sylvia got a lovely birthday present from my parents, a bunch of merch from Moomin Shop, in Finland. A "Little My" nightgown, a mug with a likeness of Moominmamma, copies of "The Book About Moomin, Mymble, and Little My" in both English and Finnish --  Sylvia and I spent a little while watching this (beautiful) 2009 production of "Kuinkas Sitten Kävikään?" and reading along...
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Tuesday, June 7th, 2011
 Justin Erik Halldór Smith has posted a fine essay on the names of mushrooms -- names fraught, at least in the cultures of Western Europe, with references to death and sickness, names richly and comicly multifarious; names which are "just folk terms, and so, since the beginning of the 18th century anyway, are not the real names of anything. Or at least that's what we're supposed to believe."
Found via a link at LanguageHat, where the discussion in comments is lively and worth while as always.
 Elsewhere: John L. Trapp's preliminary catalog of bracket fungi in Berrien Co., Michigan, includes a lovely photo of a wood-ear mushroom called "Dryad's Saddle."
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Saturday, May 14th, 2011
 bust of Pindar: National
Archæological Museum
of Naples
ἄÏιστον μὲν ὕδωÏ, ὠδὲ χÏυσὸς αἰθόμενον πῦÏ
ἅτε διαπÏÎπει νυκτὶ μεγάνοÏος ἔξοχα πλοÏτου
-- Pindar, Olympian Ode â… :
for Hieron of Syracuse
I got interested in this passage yesterday... I was trying to find out more about Œdipus and about Thebes, and one of the references was to Pindar's second Olympian ode. That particular reference* didn't turn up so much of interest; but I found the beginning of the first Olympian ode enchanting. Diane Svarlien translates it as "Water is best, and gold, like a blazing fire in the night, stands out supreme of all lordly wealth." I don't know Greek, but let's see how this works. The Perseus Digital Library makes it easy:
- ἄÏιστον μὲν ὕδωÏ: Water is best. This seems clear enough, I know "arist-" from its use in English, and "udor" is close enough to "water" for my ear. What does Pindar mean? That water is the most virtuous/noblest of the elements? It looks sort of like he's setting up water in opposition to gold; the lexicon at Perseus says μὲν ... δὲ can be rendered as "on the one hand... on the other hand" -- this does not come through in Svarlien's translation.
- χÏυσὸς αἰθόμενον Ï€á¿¦Ï á¼…Ï„Îµ... νυκτὶ: Gold blazing just like fire at night.
- διαπÏÎπει: It catches the eye.
- μεγάνοÏος ἔξοχα πλοÏτου: It looks to me like this phrase is meant to modify "gold" -- it's not too clear to me what "meganoros" is meant to do -- maybe in English this could be rendered as "but then again gold, the greatest wealth of great men, catches the eye; it blazes just like fire in the nighttime."
What does it all mean? ...Pindar is setting up some standards of greatness, it looks like, and then he is going to say that the greatest of all is the exploits of the Olympic contestants. Today in the NY Times magazine, Gary Wolf uses a different superlative in a similar construction when he calls gold "the most primitive form of wealth" -- seems like you could argue against that assertion, but anyways it caught my eye on the heels of reading Pindar.Another sort of amusing detail, for me anyways: AOTW one of the top Google hits for this passage is Belle Waring's post a few years ago at Crooked Timber about the badness of comments sections at various moderate-left political blogs.
 * "In such a way does Fate, who keeps their pleasant fortune to be handed from father to son, bring at another time some painful reversal together with god-sent prosperity, since the destined son met and killed Laius, and fulfilled the oracle of Pytho, spoken long before." -- Svarlien's translation
Update: I found my copy of Lattimore's translation of Pindar. (Which also is online at archive.org.) His rendering of the opening lines:
Best of all things is water; but gold, like a gleaming fire
by night, outshines all pride of wealth beside.
rings most pleasantly in my ears.
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