I started tinkering with one of the pieces he had there, making a translation based on La Barceloneta, an original by Alexandre Plana; Ben has now added my draft translation to his blog as a guest post. (You can also read the original and Ben’s translation)
I’ve always thought that you need to feel some empathy with a poem to make a good translation. But now I’m beginning to wonder what happens if you feel too much empathy.
Continue reading “transcreation”
So, it’s Saturday morning and I haven’t much idea about what to post on the blog.
Hmm… Cue for a song? Another Saturday dawns and I ain’t got no blog post/ I got some photos, but I got no words/ How I wish I had something to write about/ I’m in an awful way… Maybe not.
Still, it’s true that I have some photos. This is what I found when I downloaded the last lot from my camera:
So, the theme for the day seems to be flies.
Continue reading “on the fly”
Blue-rinsed and perm-headed
hydrangea matrons
eavesdrop our conversation.
At least, that was my first thought.
Continue reading “heads, hair, hats”
Dark blades slice through the air, turn
sideways to the sun, flash silver, turn
into bright fish that glide in endless blue.
There are no swallows in the picture as they move too fast for my limited photography skills. The sky, on the other hand, is never-ending blue and doesn’t pose the same problems.
The post title is “swallows II” because this is not the first poem I have posted about swallows.
Although I am in Spain, I will not be attending the controversial running of the bulls in Pamplona. Instead, to mark the San Fermín festival, which started yesterday, I offer this splendid statue from Birmingham’s Bullring shopping centre. 
don't confuse the narrator 