Thursday, September 3, 2020

Bless You Darling

 After World War 2 Balasa wrote to Paddy on January 27th, 1946:

"I forget nothing of the past, and all you gave is, and will always be a great treasure - I hope that you think of me in the same way. Do write. Love."

P.S. I wrote about this love couple before in  'Among Lemon Groves' (3-2020) and 'Living History' (3-2020).

Thursday, August 27, 2020

Everything

August Willemsen writes in his book 'De Taal als Bril' (1987) on page 24:

"De vertaler (...) schrijft andermans werk. Dat mag misschien niet creatief heten, het stelt hem wel de merkwaardige eis dat hij moet weten wat de schrijver weet.
Hij moet vertrouwd zijn met het land van de schrijver en, uiteraard, met de taal daarvan. Maar ook met de regio of de stad van de schrijver en de taalkundige eigenaardigheden dáárvan. Met de tijd van de schrijver, de geschiedenis van diens land, de literatuur daarvan en de speciale literaire traditie waarin hij eventueel zijn plaats heeft. Met andere talen, literaturen, kunsten, kortom: met ‘alles’ waaraan de schrijver, direct of indirect, refereert. De vertaler moet weten wat de schrijver gelezen heeft, moet op de hoogte zijn van diens literaire invloeden en voorkeuren, en eigenlijk van zijn hele leven. Hij moet weten wat er óver de schrijver geschreven is. En dat alles bij iedere andere schrijver opnieuw.”

Translated (by Google Translate):

"The translator (...) writes other people's work. That may not be called creative, but it does make him a curious requirement to know what the writer knows.
He must be familiar with the author's country and, of course, with its language. But also with the region or city of the writer and its linguistic idiosyncrasies. With the writer's time, the history of his country, its literature and the special literary tradition in which he may have his place. With other languages, literatures, arts, in short: with 'everything' to which the writer refers, directly or indirectly. The translator must know what the writer has read, must be aware of his literary influences and preferences, and in fact his whole life. He must know what has been written about the writer. And all that with every other writer again." 

P.S. Painting is from Carel Willink, 'Landscape with overturned statue' (1942).

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Alternative


Alternatives for 'Show Me Your Library and I'll Tell You Who You Are':

* What are your favorite color(s)?
* What countries don't you want to visit?
* How does your first lover describe you?
* Your biggest regret in life?
* The first three smells that come to mind?
* Tell me about your mother in law?
* What is the next language you want to master?
* The one book you never want to read?
* Imagine you could reproduce yourself with anyones DNA. Who is number 1 on your list?
* Favorite poem?
* Favorite painting, watercolor or other piece of art?
* Favorite quote?
* ... - there must be more

Friday, July 24, 2020

Decrypting

Enjoy your summer holiday. What are your plans for this summer?

I'll be offline for the next four weeks. My project for this summer: decrypt a couple of 17th century Dutch  encrypted VOC/ WIC manuscripts. After the decryption, translate them into Dutch and English.

Monday, July 13, 2020

Need Whispers

Lovely song from band 'Men I Trust': here.


There's a voice I always trust
It's friendly helping hand tells me leave,
I must
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
By my window
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
Rather chase a gentle breeze
Set my thoughts by taller trees
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
By my window
'Cause I can't stay forever
'Cause I can't stay forever
I need whispers that make me move
Riding the country for driving's sake
Sync me within the outside world
So I can better miss my home

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Petit à Petit, l’Oiseau Fait son Nid

Little by little, the bird makes its nest. This is the metaphrase of the French phrase: 'Petit à petit, l’oiseau fait son nid'.

That's how birds make their nest. How writers write a book. How people build a city. How the Germans killed 6,000,000 jews in World War 2. How wars start and ... end. How everything has been built in our milkyway and ... will end.


Question: Is the metaphor 'Begin and End' correct? Some say x-, y- and z-coordinates, time and movement were born with the birth of the universe. If that's true what dimension do we need to understand birth?

I repeat what dimension?

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Sonderausgabe

Very happy with a new atlas I bought:


I can browse for days in atlases like this. This one is in German on the "Ancient World", from the 3rd millennium BC until the 15th century AD. Mark, that its center is mainly the mediterranean sea. In this book ancient China, India, Africa, Australia, America and ... - there must be more - do not exist.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Based on Air

Last week I read book August Willemsen, 'Braziliaanse Brieven' (1985). This is a book of letters (Dutch: brieven) from Brazil to his best friend Paul Roelofsen, during four of his trips to this country in 1967-1968, 1973, 1979 and 1984.
Quote from his letter from São Paulo, 16 august 1967:
Is het eigenlijk wel nodig, vraag ik mij soms af wanneer ik om mij heen kijk, dat al die mensen hersens hebben? (…) Men kan een goed katholiek zijn zonder ooit over dat geloof na te denken, zonder er een jota van te snappen, zonder ooit over dat geloof na te denken, zelfs zonder te geloven, eenvoudig met behulp van een verzameling tics en voorwaardelijke reflexen (kruis slaan, rozenkrans, kaarsje branden). Het katholicisme ontmoedigt nadenken, zoals elke dictatuur. Ik zou het als een bijgeloof beschouwen, niet schadelijker dan andere, ware er niet dit machtsaspect, namelijk dat de onwetendheid waarin een hecht en hiërarchisch gestructureerd systeem de mensen houdt, de macht versterkt van datzelfde systeem, in een niet te doorbreken wisselwerking.
Soms, het kan natuurlijk niet vaak zijn, maar wanneer een enkele keer in zijn volle omvang tot mij doordringt welk een gigantisch, geniaal monsterachtig stelsel, gebaseerd op absoluut niets, op lucht (laten we dat in de emotie niet verliezen), in zijn monoliete onbeweeglijkheid al eeuwenlang blindelings wordt aanvaard en aanbeden; welk een macht over lichaam en ziel van tientallen miljoenen mensen één man ongestraft kan uitoefenen, een macht die groter is dan die welke dictator ook omdat hij landsgrenzen overschrijdt, die absoluter is omdat hij zich uitstrekt tot het geweten van de mens, bepalend is voor zijn doen en laten en denken en niet-denken, voor de begrippen die hij zich vormt van liefde, kind, vrouw, maagd, hoer, bruid, genot, schuld, zonde, voor wat mag en niet mag, voor zijn gewoonten van eten en drinken, als hem eten en drinken wordt gegund, voor zijn omgang met en beoordeling van anderen en ik weet niet hoeveel andere dingen – dan denk ik: die paus (…) die komt als eerste in aanmerking om voor het Russelltribunaal te worden gedaagd wegens misdaden jegens de mensheid.

Translation into English:
Is it actually necessary, do I sometimes wonder when I look around that all those people have brains? (…) One can be a good Catholic without ever thinking about that belief, without understanding it, without ever thinking about that belief, even without believing, simply with the help of a collection of tics and conditional reflexes (cross, rosary, burn candle). Catholicism discourages thinking, like any dictatorship. I would consider it a superstition, no more damaging than others, were it not for this power aspect, that the ignorance in which a tight-knit and hierarchically structured system holds people strengthens the power of that same system, in an unbreakable interaction.
Sometimes, it may not be often, of course, but once in a while I fully realize what a gigantic, genius monstrous system, based on absolutely nothing, on air (let's not lose that in emotion), in its monolith immobility has been blindly accepted and adored for centuries; which power over body and soul of tens of millions of men one man can impunity with, a power greater than any dictator because it [literally: he] crosses borders, which is more absolute because it extends to the conscience of man, determines his do and let and think and not think, for the concepts it forms of love, child, woman, virgin, whore, bride, pleasure, guilt, sin, for what is allowed and not allowed, for his habits of eating and drinking, if he is awarded food and drink, for his dealings with and judging others and I don't know how many other things - then I think: that pope (...) should be the first, to be brought before the Russell Tribunal for crimes against humanity."

P.S. Willemsen (1936-2007) was a translator of Portuguese and Brazilian literature. He translated 62 books into Dutch, this is 17% of all in Dutch translated works from Portuguese in the period 1895-2013.
P.P.S. In a letter he writes about his meeting with Paulo Rónai (1907-1992). Interesting man! A hungarian jew who fled to Brazil and who apparently effortlessly continued his life as a teacher in Latin and French and literary critic in his new country.

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Luz Antiga on Dolphins

Around the Mediterranean Sea, in the Ancient (European) World, a lot of coins were minted with dolphins on them. Look how lovely. Some images are almost modern.

Each coin with its details from old to less old (from 480 BC to 96 AD):









Source coins: here.

P.S. The snail-mail postman brought me today a book I ordered 3 weeks ago. It was sent from Melbourne, Australia. Guess what Alberto Denti di Pirajno added in his book from 1956?