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Thursday, September 6th, 2012

🦋 Outertainment

So cleek asked what I'm listening to...

For years now I've been hearing of Baby Gramps, every now and then someone would tell me I ought to check his music out. Shockingly, reprehensibly, I ignored this great advice every time it was offered me, and I did not hear a note of his music until last weekend, when I went down to Bordentown to hear Peter Stampfel performing, with Baby Gramps on the same bill.

Turns out they have released a record together, Outertainment, and it blew my mind. There are traditional tunes freaked out beyond all recognition, some fantastic covers (Gramps singing "Surfin Bird" is truly amazing), originals sarcastic, whimsical, sincere. Every song will draw you in and through it.

posted evening of September 6th, 2012: Respond
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Monday, September third, 2012

🦋 Parallel versions

Hm... merging a couple of the themes I've been writing about here lately. Writing/revising poetry, writing and thinking in a language not my own, the different voices of the writing process and translation process.... This is a poem I started working on in Oaxaca keying off the rhythm of the first line. (+first line should serve as a clue that I spent a lot of time in class working on imperative and subjunctive voices.) Mil gracias a Paty de ICO para sus direcciones y sugerencias. I added two more stanzas and reworked the first a bit in the past week or so, and turned it into what I think is a coherent poem, a pleasant read.


Escucha; oye. Mira. Ve.

Instrucciones (por The Modesto Kid)
Escucha; oye. Mira. Ve.
¿Qué oyes, pues, amigo? ¿Me oyes
gritar en mi espanto hondo?
Tu mirada me recuerda algunas cosas olvidadas;
dime cosa divertida, hecho falso, algo que
yo pueda olvidar en su lugar.
Oh confuso, casi ciego, busca
simpatía o rechazo
—tratamiento por curarte—
y escucha; oye. Mira. Ve.

Primitivo -- sofisticado
     ¡canta!
que tu graznido
     atraviese
     vacilente
el micrófono, y los amplificadores
y las lágrimas

Me toca me bendice padre
no bendígasme, mi padre
aunque he pecado
Directions (by The Modesto Kid/tr. Peter Conlay)
Listen; hear. Look: see:
What are you hearing, my friend? Hear me
screaming in my pit of terror?
Your face brings it all back, things I had forgotten:
tell me something, make me laugh, some lie
for me to remember instead of all that.
Confused man, almost blind, go look
for friendship or rejection
—seek some treatment—
Listen; hear. Look. See.

Caveman — sophisticate —
     sing!
slowly your cawing
     will seep
     across
the mics, and the PA
and the tears

Touch me bless me o my father
Don't bless me father
Even though I've sinned


I uploaded a reading of the Spanish text to SoundCloud. That is a not-quite-final revision, I think the rhythm and clarity of it are really improved by the addition of "Oh" at the beginning of the seventh line. (If memory serves, this is an example of an edit to the original text prompted during the process of translation.)

posted morning of September third, 2012: Respond
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Sunday, September second, 2012

🦋 Walking around Oaxaca

Ellen and Sylvia and I spent half of the past month in the deep south of Mexico, in the city of Oaxaca. We took language classes in the mornings, at Instituto Cultural de Oaxaca, and over the course of the days acquired some familiarity with the language and with (a small corner of) one of the most beautiful cities I can imagine. (A city which would, by the way, be absolutely baffling to Winston Rowntree's anomalies spotter.)

Lots of pictures of the trip at Flicker; take a look.

posted morning of September second, 2012: Respond
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Saturday, September first, 2012

🦋 Let's Listen to

Ray Wylie Hubbard. Ain't exactly "Kumbaya".

You're welcome.

(chain of YouTube "similar videos" associations that got me here: Movin' Day -> Walk Right In -> Ray Wylie Hubbard in concert at Tennessee State Museum. Jackpot!)

posted evening of September first, 2012: 1 response
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🦋 Epistles, Gospels, Prophesy

Paul, and Silvanus, and Timotheus,
unto the church of the Thessalonians which is in God the Father and in the Lord Jesus Christ:
Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father, and the Lord Jesus Christ.

Marcus Borg of Huffington Post examines the possibilities for a new understanding of the Christian testament as an evolving document offered by a chronological reading of its books in the order that they were written, rather than the canonical order. Thanks for the link, Barbara!

posted morning of September first, 2012: Respond
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Tuesday, August 28th, 2012

🦋 Instrucciones

Escucha; oye. Mira. Ve.
¿Qué oyes, pues, amigo? ¿Me oyes
gritar en mi espanto hondo?
Tu mirada me recuerda algunas cosas olvidadas;
dime cosa divertida, hecho falso, algo que
yo pueda olvidar en su lugar.
Oh confuso, casi ciego, busca
simpatía o rechazo
—tratamiento por curarte—
escucha; oye. Mira. Ve.

posted evening of August 28th, 2012: 4 responses
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Friday, August 10th, 2012

🦋 Alignment

Cómo pensar en idioma extranjera, cómo
tomar revelación en los pensamientos
y pasajes, palabras de luz
y de apologia

cómo imaginarte que la tierra,
la desierte debajo de tus pies
sea planeta ajeno: que la estrella
la que deseas
a tí te sea patria
a donde nunca mas te volvieras

posted evening of August 10th, 2012: 1 response
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🦋 積ん読

(In which I am glad to rename my "Reading List" posts after a Japanese word I read about today, and thanks Martha for putting this on my radar)

posted evening of August 10th, 2012: 1 response
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Sunday, August 5th, 2012

🦋 Hearing voices: L2 revisions

This afternoon I finished my first round of revisions/corrections on a translation of Aaron Bady's essay The Autumn of the Patriarch: forgetting to live. Not the first L2 translation I have done but certainly the longest, and I think perhaps as well, I have approached this text with a little more systematic method, more "seriously", than previous ones.

Writing in Spanish is a peculiar, unfamiliar feeling for me, as I've said; but it does not hold a candle to revising material that I have written in Spanish. The denseness of the bifurcations of identity of the speaker that I have to go through to get from "me the translator" writing the words to "me the identification-with-the-author" playing the parts of Bady and of Bady's authorial voice to "me the reader" speaking the words to "me the listener/hearer" digesting the syntax and meaning, is quite remarkable. I am finding the multiple "me" voices in harmony with one another for much of the essay, which makes me think the translation is pretty good -- there are a few parts that seem clumsy and a few parts where I'm totally in the dark as to whether the Spanish rings true -- but I think I need to get in touch with some Spanish speakers to ask...

posted afternoon of August 5th, 2012: Respond
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Saturday, August 4th, 2012

🦋 Let's Listen to

Making Contact.

you're welcome.

posted afternoon of August 4th, 2012: 1 response

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