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Autumn leaves

It’s winter now. As I write out a description of leaves being picked up by a blackbird looking for worm and insects, somewhere in the back of my mind is an ancient Chinese poem about leaves. In looking, there is Rilke’s

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.

…wake, read, write letters long to friends
And will the alleys up and down
Walk restlessly, when falling leaves dance.

Check out the five versions in the links in the Rilke post to see how hard it is to translate ‘walking’, alleys’, ‘ leaves’.

December 23, 2007 Posted by | Poetry, Rilke, translation | Leave a comment

Rainer Maria Rilke – five translations of Herbsttag

Four translations of Rilke’s poem, Herbsttag, which I popped in my pocket on a trip to the land of serendip. And another for good luck from elsewhere by Guntram Deichsel.

If you have read Le Ton Beau de Marot by Douglas Hofstadter, you will appreciate these.

In checking around to see what people thought of the Hofstadter, here are a few ifs, buts, and whyfors:

(1) Wiki: Le Ton Beau de Marot

(2) review by Alan Jacobs

(3) Three entries in Everything2

Ma Mignonne is not Rilke, sure. But that wasn’t Hofstadter’s point. In any case it was a poem linked to his wife, Carol. The third commenter in the Everything2 entry, “Teleny”, describes Le Ton Beau de Marot as having ‘ more than a whiff of the infirmary about it. But what is therapeutic to write is not always easy or pleasant to read, especially when the stench is that of the asylum. ‘, concluding: ‘ warm bright spots in a muddy catacomb.’ But she gets it, too, because she writes finally:

The main issue seems to be, having discarded the traditional views of religion and philosophy in favor of hard skepticism, he’s now faced with the age-old paradox of love continuing even after the object of this love has become a collection of decaying organic material. Since he cannot rely on the comfort of an afterlife, or even (as Dante himself seemed to indicate) of her qualities reflecting a greater good, and cannot bear to think of himself having so human an emotion as grief, he’s fallen back on reinventing the wheel of superstition. If only he could convey….in just the right words…remember her…in just the right circumstances, just the right moment… if he could translate this poem, her favorite, with just the right shades of meaning.. then, perhaps (his madly grieving mind seems to be saying)… she might…live again?

December 23, 2007 Posted by | Douglas Hofstadter, Rilke, translation | , , | Leave a comment

Jacob Collins

Jacob Collins

An essay by James Panero in The New Criterion, Radical un-chic, introduced me to Collins.

Rather than just write, “I know what I like”, in a semi-disguised way, here is a 2006 interview with the artist himself, also from New Criterion.

December 13, 2007 Posted by | art | Leave a comment

The Fourth Hunger

Art, humanity and the ‘fourth hunger’.

Half-awakened, humans are constantly engaged in a battle to make sense of the world and our experiences within it. And a great work of art, especially music, helps us to do just that.

December 9, 2007 Posted by | art | Leave a comment

War and Peace study

Movable Types: How War and Peace works

by Michael Woods

New Yorker, November 26, 2007

deals with the novel but also the new translation, and so ‘lost in translation’.

December 7, 2007 Posted by | Tolstoy, translation, Writing | Leave a comment


A discussion of Conrad on Start the Week this morning, compared current nihilistic tendencies with those depicted in The Secret Agent [e-text]. 3 Quarks (my once a week check up) mentions a Guardian article, The Moral Agent, by the very man who was on the radio, Giles Foden.

Conrad hits the 150 year mark. The Secret Agent was written/published in 1907.

wiki: The Secret Agent

is a short entry but mentions the Unabomber, Theodore Kaczynski.

Searchable e-text of The Secret Agent at The Literature Network.

December 3, 2007 Posted by | Conrad, fiction, Literature, Novel, Writing | , , , | Leave a comment