Sunday, November 28, 2010

I't only been 2 years since my last visit to this blog!

As a pretty mediocre translator I am deeply envious of those who are talented enough, confident enough and keen enough to work in the field of literary translation. The following was posted on a translators' e-group and I want to keep this and reread it as it says as much about the act of translation as it does about living a life.

So here is the link: http://gu.com/p/2yagx

How I got lost in translation and found my true calling

Translation can be an underpaid, anonymous job. Yet it is crucial for the cross-fertilisation of literature and for Maureen Freely, it has become a deeply satisfying life's work

Outside the Anglophone world, it is not unusual for novelists and poets to work at some point in their lives as translators. Though most will say that they did so mainly to subsidise their own writing, it is often clear, when you look at that writing, that it has been enriched by the imaginary conversations they've had with the poets and novelists whose words they have translated.

Monday, July 21, 2008

…it’s the words that sing

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop...


I take the word and go over it
as though it were nothing more than a human shape,
its arrangements awe me and I find my way
through each variation in the spoken word --

I utter and I am and without speaking I approach
the limit of words and the silence.

from The Word

Pablo Neruda