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November 11th, 2008 • Posted in Authors and Books

Joseph Boyden wins Giller Prize for Through Black Spruce: Listen to the Interview

 Listen to our conversation here. 

November 11th, 2008 • Posted in Authors and Books

Dulce Et Decorum Est or All Wars are caused by Assholes


Dulce Et Decorum Est

by Wilfred Owen*

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime. -
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

• Wilfred Owen was killed in action at the Battle of the Sambre, just one week before the war ended.

For more topical poems, check out Frank’s post here.

Here’s about as poetic I can get on the subject: All wars are caused by Assholes.

November 11th, 2008 • Posted in Authors and Books

Jenni Roditi’s Sublime Space

I’ve always loved these photos.

I took them from The Loft in London’s Crouch End where my cousin Jenni Roditi lives and composes…lives to compose…composes to live… To learn more about Jenni and her music, please visit here.

November 11th, 2008 • Posted in Authors and Books

Requirements a translator much possess in order to render an ideal version of a foreign Masterpiece

Image from here.

Further to Wyatt Mason’s quoting Vladimir Nabokov’s three evils of bad translation — ignorance, omission, and adaptation — here is the self same translator of Verses and Versions: Three Centuries of Russian Poetry (Harcourt, 2008), on the requirements a translator must possess in order to render an ideal version of a foreign masterpiece:

First of all he must have as much talent, or at least the same kind of talent, as the author he chooses. In this, though only in this, respect Baudelaire and Poe or Joukovsky and Schiller made ideal playmates. Second, he must know thoroughly the two nations and the two languages involved and be perfectly acquainted with all details relating to his author’s manner and methods; also, with the social background of words, their fashions, history and period associations. This leads to the third point: while having genius and knowledge he must possess the gift of mimicry and be able to act, as it were, the real author’s part by impersonating his tricks of demeanor and speech, his ways and his mind, with the utmost degree of verisimilitude.