Showing posts with label Lost in Translation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost in Translation. Show all posts
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Lost in Translation # 5
I love the weird dissonance that can happen during translation – the way in which two languages collide and send words glancing off in unexpected directions. Here's something I saw in Venice last autumn...
On the contrary, I think historical pasta might be very, very sexy – anything from the past kindles my imagination, but what intrigues and delights me about this notice are the questions that it poses – what was the writer trying to say? All the possibilities of nuance and interpretation are suddenly opened up and my reader's (and writer's) brain is flung into overdrive.
It reminds me of the subtleties and accidents of language – and it makes me laugh....
On the contrary, I think historical pasta might be very, very sexy – anything from the past kindles my imagination, but what intrigues and delights me about this notice are the questions that it poses – what was the writer trying to say? All the possibilities of nuance and interpretation are suddenly opened up and my reader's (and writer's) brain is flung into overdrive.
It reminds me of the subtleties and accidents of language – and it makes me laugh....
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Lost in Translation # 3
In this instance, probably better if it had stayed lost!
I'm sorry, I know, I know, I just couldn't help myself...
I'm sorry, I know, I know, I just couldn't help myself...
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