Comments on: Translation and its Discontents: Part 2 (some preliminary examples of attitude)

By: mearl

mearl — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 23:18:55 +0000

Mark,
This conversation has probably outstripped the parameters of my original post, especially since we are talking about an event that very few, if any, of the other commentators, or readers witnessed. I’d wondered if you could give us your version, but maybe we should save that for another day. American literature, and those writers who have observed America as outsiders (De Tocqueville, Dickens, Henry James and many others) have always extrapolated from individuals to create types, which in turn create the basis for generalizations. I simply don’t see the point of removing that tendency from the discourse. Especially since the examination of individual’s differences, particularities, eccentricities and the like are at the base of the process. But you do have a point, albeit a kind of something-rotten-in-the-state of Denmark point – but you’re absolutely right. We need to take care about how we reach our generalizations. I just hope you’re not suggesting that we do away with the fun of finding our way towards large conclusions. Some of them do, in the end, stick.
Henry Gould makes a fabulous point at the end of one of his comments, about balance: “The difference between Europe & America is medieval Christendom vs. “E Pluribus Unum”. We have to be careful not to tip the balance too far in either direction. They’re both miraculous & terrible.”
We’ll talk,
Martin
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By: Mark Wallace

Mark Wallace — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:59:12 +0000

I don’t mind some generalizations, Martin, especially in casual conversation. I like them less when they are made as authoritative statements in authoritative forums. I suppose the Harriet blog lies rather uncomfortably between those two poles.
But to assume that the character of the people of a given country can be generalized on the basis of statements made by public figures or leaders of that country contains the assumption that those leaders achieved their positions by reflecting the character of the people. Most leaders do not come into power that way, although perhaps rarely they might–and of course even winning an election is hardly the same as proof that one as a leader is reflecting the character of the people. Certainly most poets who become famous do not become famous because they express the attitudes of most other poets.
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By: james stotts

james stotts — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 12:24:51 +0000

the violence of translation is partly in trying to strap a poem down, and make it a stable target–this is what all the slow, painstaking reading is for.
the second aspect comes in when we put the author’s name of the original on the cover–so that it’s pretty hard to argue that the translation is not being passed off as a representation of the original, then you have to account to all the damage that’s been done, one language forcing itself on the other.
a lot of violence occurs in the mind of the translator as well, as the poem is memorized (inspired) and then the mental work of turning it into english begins–a lot of people might have noticed this, but once you know and internalize a poem in a second language, the brain refuses to let it stay as it was and will start the process of translation all on its own, subconsciously, finding ways to conceptualize, paraphrase, rhyme, etc. in the translator’s mother tongue. that is, it is snuffing out the original language, making the original obsolete, which is the ultimate aim of a translation anyway: to have the poem without needing its language, to extract it from the foreign culture. this is what i call erotic compensation (erotic in the sense of an operation of making whole), where we take the severed existence of a russian poem in an englishman’s head, and turn it into an intentional english poem.
it’s rape, necromancy–necrophilia, vivisection, and cetera.
and to assume that the original poem never changes after a translation–i don’t believe that either. that’s the same as saying it doesn’t change after it’s been read. maybe virgin eyes can go back to that original poem someday, but i never can.
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By: mearl

mearl — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 11:20:40 +0000

There’s a hell of a lot of material in this thread that I haven’t had time yet to address. Let me take up what I think is most salient, working from the bottom up. In the last comment, W. says some rather remarkable things and highlighting them will certainly contribute to a furthering of what we’ve all been talking about. First, what he says about Engdahl and the “numbers game”. He’s right there; Engdahl’s comments are based partly upon a statistical realty: we don’t translate as much as the Europeans. But the real situation is more complicated. Individual European countries make money by importing American (and obviously not only American) products, including cultural products. There is a demand for them, and these countries cannot answer that demand by supplying their citizens with just one kind of a car (the Trabant syndrome). Sweden (the most Americanized country in Europe) would be a boring place with only Swedish movies, Swedish novels and clogs. Translation is part of this market dynamic. It’s natural that American’s do not need the Swedish influence, as much as the Swedes need the American influence. This is as much an economic issue as it is a cultural one.
W. then goes on to say that “translation is an intimate, problematic, usually violent overcoming of text’s language, EXACTLY as a good essay is an intimate, problematic, usually violent overcoming of text’s meaning.” This would imply stable language and stable meaning. Violence needs a stable target, or at least an unflappable trigger finger. I’d be curious to know what others think about this idea.
Finally he speaks of “DEDICATED forms of reading.” I find this notion fascinating.
Johannes comment of February 12 which begins “I’m actually about to give a little talk at the AWP…” addresses precisely this issue of how the economic realities of the literary translation industry create a kind of hubris on our part when it comes to other national literature. I would love to see a link to the talk he gave at the AWP. Maybe he could post it on his blog – just click on his name at the bottom of his post and you’ll get to Exoskeleton.
Brent Cunningham engages in what has become somewhat typical of these threads: a “clarification battle”. He starts by agreeing with Johannes but then disagrees with the implications of his own agreement: “If the idea is that it’d help if Americans read and absorbed more translations, that’s fine, but in its generalized form this proposal easily comes across as exactly the kind of high-handed imperialism it’s supposedly battling.” I’d encourage Brent to expand on this, on why the generalized from of J’s proposal somehow morphs into exactly that which it is trying to counter.
I’m glad Mark Wallace has chimed in with some background to the Creeley affair. I’d be very happy to learn more about his take on the event. But, about the question of generalization. If we can’t make generalizations about America, based on the behavior of individuals (especially public individuals, who know they are public individuals and therefore must deal with that mantle of being representative that public individuals can’t help but wear, and deal as well with the responsibilities that accrue) then how are we to generalize at all? Or should we avoid generalizations altogether? Over the last twenty-five years I have, by default, become a kind of observer of American behavior abroad. One’s natural tendency is to study the particularities of individuals, and then make one’s conclusions. These conclusions or generalizations should be starting points for further discussion, especially because they are always provisional, despite the confidence with which they are often made.
Martin
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By: -w

-w — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 20:06:00 +0000

Not sure if this’s been brought up – but I think Engdahl’s critique is much most a numbers game – from %40 of Germany’s books being to translations to less than a percent of America’s.
I agree with you re:politics – politicizing aesthetic is CRUCIAL, yet everyone’s doing it wrong here. The same way Cold War Russian translations – the ones that popped up in time with each new development in that drama – were wrong.
Benjamin is my key in this – I want to clarify the light you refer to: a translation is an intimate, problematic, usually violent overcoming of text’s language, EXACTLY as a good essay is an intimate, problematic, usually violent overcoming of text’s meaning.
(I think Bernstein’s polemical courses against translation are the dumbest embrace of post-structuralism. Tho I do understand his critique of the pretenses involved in translation – the Language poets were masters of overcoming forms of language in their own works, I don’t think they needed the pretense of worldliness, and that certain older poets were holding their inability to translate from one author from one language was closing poetry.)
My point being that a culture that lacks translations is missing something the same way that a culture lacking criticism is missing something – an ecology of DEDICATED forms of reading.
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By: Brent Cunningham

Brent Cunningham — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 15:44:56 +0000

Johannes,
Since I led with agreeing with you, maybe structurally you felt implicated in the caveats that followed, but I was pointing to a general moralistic aura that can adhere to imperatives to read translation. Really wasn’t saying you’ve exhibited that aura, sorry you got that impression. Knowing your critical work, I’d expect your talk would be very careful about avoiding suchlike…
yrs,
Brent
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By: Henry Gould

Henry Gould — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 13:50:18 +0000

My apologies to Brent for irascible tone.
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By: johannes goransson

johannes goransson — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 20:50:07 +0000

Brent,
I did not say: we should read a little translated text to become better people. I merely very briefly pointed out a dynamic of the situation. I’ve always opposed such a quick easy fix. I don’t understand how you could have gotten that from my post.
Johannes
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By: Henry Gould

Henry Gould — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 00:15:24 +0000

p.s. & let’s not forget Africa, Brent. Africa is… a continent. One of my favorite translators is Peter S. Thompson, an expert in the francophone poetry of Africa. He knows the languages, the history, he’s met & befriended the poets (the ones who are alive). He’s a pro. His books are on Amazon, if you’re interested. (Nabile Fares is one, from Algeria. The poems were originally written in French, then translated into Spanish, by the author. Peter provides the English.)
I know, it sounds awfully post-colonialist-imperialist, doesn’t it? & we wouldn’t want to worry the lamb-like soft little brains of young politically-correct Americans with anything that smacks of COLONIALISM, would we? Heaven forfend! Better not to translate, period. Who’s ever heard of Peter S. Thomson, anyway? Does he go to AWP? I doubt it. Who is he? Is he a Flarfist? Has he been to California?
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By: Henry Gould

Henry Gould — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 00:00:14 +0000

Brent,
Americans are blind the way Russians & Chinese & Indians & Indonesians are blind. They’re big, & caught up with their own problems. Whereas most of the world is small (small countries), & caught up with their own problems. Which, often as not, include the problems imposed by big countries (& their respective ego-trips).
Europe, & the Middle East, & Southeast Asia, & Polynesia, & the Catholic Church, & Islam, & Buddhism (gradually becoming one big conglomerate – call it Esperanta) are slightly different. They are not “big” in the same way (they are not nation-states).
We’re all pretty blind, actually. It’s not a bad idea to read poems from other countries.
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By: Brent Cunningham

Brent Cunningham — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 19:53:55 +0000

Johannes is certainly right about the feelings abroad about hegemonic US cultural influence. The problem is how to alter that situation. If the idea is that it’d help if Americans read and absorbed more translations, that’s fine, but in its generalized form this proposal easily comes across as exactly the kind of high-handed imperialism it’s supposedly battling.
Except that his specific political commitments get rather entangled in it, I suspect Boyd Nielson was partly saying the same thing. Any command to read translations *so that* Americans can prove they’re not xenophobic skips merrily over the root causes of American xenophobia. As I took it, Boyd was not arguing that it’s better, politically or otherwise, to read Zimbabwean poets. He was questioning the logic of holding abstract value for translations in-and-of themselves. And that’s something some of Martin’s arguments have certainly lent themselves to.
So, can we talk specifically about what exactly Americans are blind to, and what these other writers from other cultures can help them/us/me to see? In his earlier post, Martin asked whether American readers were “returning the favor” of reading the writers of other countries. But reading isn’t a politeness contest. At some point you do have to articulate what those other works envision or offer.
yrs,
Brent Cunningham
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By: Jason Guriel

Jason Guriel — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 12:23:27 +0000

Martin, thanks for another very interesting post. I should avoid commenting on translation, since I don’t know a lot about it, but I appreciate the honesty of this: “My problem (doubtless self-assigned) is to attend to what kind of generalizations I can make. (But I must say ahead of time that I love generalizations, the architecture of them, and the way they combine the heroic with the fragile. They are both sweeping and utterly provisional. More like the weather above a landmass than the landmass itself.)” My own problems are usually self-assigned, and I love generalizations, too.
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By: Benjamin

Benjamin — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 01:37:38 +0000

Hello Martin,
Thanks for your attention to my comment, especially since it had so little to do with the speculations your post was meant to provoke. I hesitate to pursue my line of thought, since I suspect that the chief critical purchase it can provide is merely to point the way to self-criticism: I haven’t read enough to make the claims I feel inclined to make. But I do feel, when reading certain blogs that seem to be organs for the literary avant-garde, such as Ron Silliman’s, or even many of the threads on this blog, that the avant-garde gets constructed as such through a rather enormous effort at critical justification by the poets themselves—some of it aimed at establishing canons of the avant-garde, some of it aimed at defending the latter’s relevance, in political and cultural terms—by which these poets define their practice in opposition to a dominant, hostile, and evidently silent majority. Yes, of course, you will say, but so what? I suppose I wonder what would happen to literature if the critical apparatus were removed. I’m not talking exclusively about the “evaluative criticism” you mention, and I don’t see my question as relevant only to the avant-garde, or even only to literature—the world of visual art leans if anything more heavily on its critical apparatus. But it seems to me a contradiction particularly vivid in avant-garde theorizing, that so much critically prescriptive energy goes into connecting poetic language to ideological positions, etc., without its ever being said that the discourse, or the practice, or the institution, with which modern poetry maintains the strongest ties is none other than criticism itself. Without the silent presence of The Well-Wrought Urn in the background of the undergraduate English class, would we, as a culture, bother to read Keats at all, much less Williams, much less Creeley? Criticism, from Arnold to Barthes, from Brooks to Greenblatt, is the jacket around the literary arts; it is the repository of their beauty and their truth; it is the very medium of tradition. This fact raises interesting questions about the survival of the tradition—if not about the survival of tradition itself.
I leave off therefore, since I run into danger of being full of wind. But I will mention two sources that have spurred my thinking in this regard. The first is John Guillory’s Cultural Capital. The other, specifically about the avant garde, is an article by William Lavender, “Disappearance of Theory, Appearance of Praxis” (Poetics Today 17, 2, 1996: 181-202).
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By: james stotts

james stotts — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 01:25:03 +0000

martin,
lowell even tried to do mandelstam, which nabokov corrected with scouring criticism and his own translation (there’s a new book of nabokov’s gathered translations and comments on translation–VERSES AND VERSIONS). and when wilson attacked the technical aspects of nabokov’s 4 vol. EUGENE ONEGIN, wilson was even more flammable than any straw man nabokov might have made up to attack (wilson knew better–nabokov’s true genius was almost certainly lexical/linguistic). and nabokov wasn’t really in any literalist camp of translation, only set himself the task of an exhaustive literal translation. he had a lot of metrical, rhyming, translations into english as well, which while a little mechanical are better than his actual english poetry.
brodsky’s translations of himself are awful.
i’m thinking, though, of akhmatova, who translated from literal drafts provided to her from various languages. and ezra pound’s translations, which he needed cribs for and were still not very accurate (this is according to the criticism i’ve read; i don’t know chinese). for akhmatova, translating was the only work she could get published and paid for during the most censorious years of soviet-socialist lit., and was a necessary but undesirable position for not only her but many writers (mandelstam and pasternak, for example). i think why it’s become such a popular method here is that publishers simply want to put a famous name on the cover. why poets consent, though…$$$
i’m not opposed to inaccurate translations, by any means–as far as i’m concerned whatever makes for good poetry, i am opposed to the double standards we set, where translations are given the benefit of the doubt, as far as quality is concerned, when making critical judgments. i have favorites, too (check out the anthology of OBERIU poets from a few years ago by eugene ostashevsky and company), but i think a lot of it is junk that would never get published if it weren’t for ulterior motives. translations are at least as likely to fail as any poems, but are more often commissioned and scheduled by publishers.
one of borges’ norton lectures at harvard, on translation, sums it up for me–that we should not be concerned which version is the ‘original,’ any more than we should make excuses for ‘authors’ (his ‘pierre menard, writer of the quixote’ is a great satire of forgetting the text for the maker–menard rewrites DON QUIXOTE from scratch in the 20th c., and it is agreed that it is an infinitely better book because of his genius for facilitating all the modern theory, criticism, psychology, etc. that is, for all that can be read into it with modern/postmodern eyes).
translation is ultimately impossible, since languages are not the same. if some of us strive for faithfulness, it is because we are demanding the best reading from ourselves on the one hand, and the best poetry from ourselves on the other hand, and hoping that what we’ve read has made us demonstrably better writers in doing so. there isn’t so much correspondence between texts, as the dependence on the translation of the constituent parts of the original–strong forces.
i’ll be taking as many of your recommendations as i can afford (these are lean times) for my personal library, and making a trip to the public library for the rest.
james
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By: Henry Gould

Henry Gould — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 23:32:39 +0000

I wonder if the reason Continental criticism met such a welcoming embrace in US academia was precisely to displace the reigning Anglo-American schools (a sort of professional turf war). Just a guess – I don’t know enough about it.
Which would partially explain the (strictly academic) cachet provided to the “avant-garde” poetics of American postmodernism. The poets had a ready-made explanatory discourse, a justification of their “seriousness”. (As Benjamin suggests.) It’s an in-house thing.
In a sense, it was all based on mistranslation… the Continentals were far enough out of the loop of Anglo-American literary & poetic traditions that their theories acted as a sort of jazzy foreign language… displacing the mid-century, home-school syntheses of theory & practice. (In this regard I think the Chicago School has more to offer than the New Critics. But the Chicago Critics slipped into oblivion just as the Continentals came along. I guess.)
Helen Vendler represents a midpoint, maybe. She’s an old-school New Critic who loves Stevens, Ashbery & Jorie Graham. These are the American poets who traveled a lot in Europe & who take only what they need from foreign languages – all in fun. They bring home sophistication without translation. Jorie Graham is an ambodied Theory unto herself. So is Stevens. (Ashbery is an embodied Theory of that guy with the hobbyhorse in Tristram Shandy.) These are the real Americans, by golly.
& I’m right in there with ‘em.
The difference between Europe & America is medieval Christendom vs. “E Pluribus Unum”. We have to be careful not to tip the balance too far in either direction. They’re both miraculous & terrible.
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By: mearl

mearl — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 22:09:13 +0000

James,
I second your invitation to Charles Bernstein.
And I also share your suspicion of what is a curiously American practice, that of translating poetry with the help of natives speakers. This issue (of interpretive vs. literal translation –neither of them being viable categories) dates back, at least in recent memory, to the Wilson-Nabokov debacle and the fashion Lowell did so much to foster with his Imitations, his worst book.
And this new mania for passages translated from Virgil by rusty Latinists, or of Dante by poets who are obviously cribbing from Sinclair’s prose version is also highly suspect. But, on the other hand I can think of many books that rise above what your refer to as “contemporary composites”. Arrowsmith’s translation of Pavese, Hamburger’s translations of Celan, Keeley and Sherrard’s Cavafy, Graves Apuleius, Peter Cole’s stunning work with both medieval Hebrew and contemporary Arabic poetry, Richard Zenith’s singular reinstatement of Pessoa onto the modernist map. Forrest Gander’s work with Latin American poets we might never have heard of otherwise. Not to mention the great surprise of Allisa Valles’s collected Herbert. In light of these books, Horace Engdahl’s comments seem short-sited.
Martin
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By: mearl

mearl — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 21:57:37 +0000

Benjamin,
In your comment you point out an interesting schism: the seeming stature of European influence on American criticism and the lack thereof on American literature. Indeed, to a certain extent European criticism has, in the last thirty years, swept aside the Anglo-American tradition (Derrida, Barthes, Foucault, the Frankfurt School, and more independent thinkers like Benjamin, Arendt, Canetti, etc., not to mention the gamut of ismists, have replaced the models and methodologies of first the New Critics and then likes of Edmund Wilson, Paul Blackburn – also an excellent translator – Northrop Frye, or later still someone like the under-read Frank Lentricchia. Even Frank Kermode, still active and amazing is hardly talked about. I wonder if the wholesale adoption by American academe of the continental tradition (already, and for a while now, surpassed on the Continent) will stick in the end.
One of the seeds of this series of posts was the fact that I just wasn’t seeing that much discussion of European, South American, Russian or African poetry and fiction between contemporary bloggers. Probably I’m not looking in the right places. But the overriding activity in the poetry blogosphere seems to be for contemporary American poets to talk about other contemporary American poets. As well, very few seem to be reading older poetry; very few seem to be reading British poetry (absolutely fantastic poets like W.S. Graham, Stevie Smith, J.H. Prynne, John Ash, Justin Quinn, Geoffrey Hill; or Australians like John Tranter, John Kinsella or Less Murray.) There are exceptions of course. Brian Henry, the editor of Verse, being one of them, and those poets, who are translators as well (and who are also active bloggers): Forrest Gander, of course. Marcella Durrand maintains the only blog I’ve ever come across completely devoted to literary translation called Translate This. I’m not against the continental tradition. But it would be refreshing to invite some of the Anglo-Americans back to the table. Journals which are labeled conservative, like The New Criterion and the online journal Contemporary Poetry Review, are beginning this work and do not shy away from serious evaluative criticism. But they are, one feels, largely snubbed by the majority of MFA-produced poets.
I would like to hear more of your thoughts on why, as you state in the last sentence of your comment, the “habits of a critical vocabulary” seem to remain “exterior to the works themselves.”
Martin
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By: johannes goransson

johannes goransson — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 12:53:23 +0000

I’m actually about to give a little talk at the AWP that will deal with the issue of Engdahl and the hysteria of the American response. But I thought I should add something that is of some note: the US is a very powerful nation, US culture has spread on the wings of that eagle so to speak. People in large parts of the world feel that the US is central as a consequence and that they should pay attention to us. The same dynamic has led us to feel like we are so important and central that we don’t need to pay attention to other literatures; we may like the idea of some exotic trinketry, but we don’t feel the need to engage with foreign literature.
I’ve written a lot about this on my blog. I will now talk about it to the AWP.
On the wings of the eagle,
Johannes
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By: Boyd Nielson

Boyd Nielson — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 12:53:13 +0000

Dear Martin Earl,
I appreciate that you’re interested in what I said, but this is a pretty blatant misrepresentation of my main points in the previous thread. (You even wholly ignore the two follow-up posts.) I am usually a willing participant in conversations on poetry at Harriet. Even so, if your paraphrases of my contributions here are going to slip so easily and quickly into parody, I hasten to ask that you stop mentioning me by name, especially since you are the only one, after all, getting paid for these posts. My argument, which I have already qualified, is obviously not that we should turn just to “hypothetical” poets like, say, Dambudzo Marechera and Juan Luis Martínez (besides, the first often wrote in English and the second—well, let’s just say it’s complicated). Nor is my argument that “Denmark and Switzerland [are] irrelevant in terms of the larger picture.” Nor is it that “translation […] should, like a newspaper, tell us ‘what is happening […].’” Not even close.
B
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By: james stotts

james stotts — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:40:47 +0000

the belief that translation, and cosmopolitan ambitions, lead to a more conducive atmosphere for great literature (the essential point of engdahl’s claim) is itself reductive and shows engdahl to be of the showhorse-and-blinders mentality.
it’s important for me to keep in mind what the true cultural consequences of translation are to the culture-at-large that they are being translated for (or ‘into’). having all of world literature at one’s beck and call, and in contemporary translations, has an incredible flattening effect; not only is all the diverse babel reduced to a single tongue, but the time signatures of what’s translated are erased as well (e.g., who would tolerate a bunch of e’ers, and ofts, and ablutions in a modern translation?–our dante and homer and cervantes are all contemporary composites, which is accepted, i guess, because we consider them timeless, but just last year there were popular english-to-english translations of chaucer and milton, just like the bible, which has to be symptomatic of an inability to empathize). our inability to contend with the infinite languages and variations that pass before us doesn’t jive with this lofty missive from the nobel committee to have america found insufficient on the grounds that it hasn’t made all of world literature into american literature.
to implicitly claim that america lacks diversity is a wild claim, too–it’s maddeningly diverse, and even though i don’t know how i would qualify this, i think it is probably more diverse than almost all other nations, hence the reason i’m generally uncomfortable when i hear anyone try to tell me something about there being one america, or even two america’s or a black america and white america. and i turn to one of my heroes, howard zinn, to back me up on this–it’s one of the great democratic fantasies.
another one of my heroes is benjamin, and though his own ideas about translation are tangled up in a great delusion of some magical ur-language, he still deserves a central spot in any big discussion of the task of the translator. the utility of a translation is much more modest and powerful than poetry as a kind of news rag. translations are especially conspicuous ghosts, mile markers, of the afterlife of a work of art. we don’t always have a record of a poem’s reading, unless there is an essay, an imitation, or a translation.
the bernstein anecdote is fascinating to me personally, because he has done the dirty deed of translation, and is comfortable translating the russian of mandelstam, which is a language he doesn’t know. unfortunately, this is typical. when i justify translation to myself, it isn’t an easy case to make. i don’t know why it’s needed, and as a rule don’t feel it is very successful in communicating much of what i would want it to, but as a practice, translation can be seen as a media, a way, of slow reading (reading in lento). in the jargon of anxious influence this makes a lot of sense–one poet rigorously rehabilitating and changing his predecessors. in paying his respects, he renders the original obsolete, consummates the erotic compensation that translation is. ironic. violent.
why someone would want to translate a poem they don’t know in the original, and love and struggle with in the original, is beyond me. maybe bernstein can answer that.
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By: Paul

Paul — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 23:06:53 +0000

“enculturation”?
I read this piece three times and the earlier one and I have no idea what it is trying to say or what the point of the anecdotes might be (except perhaps as name dropping exercises). Are conciseness and clarity no longer used as measures of good writing?
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By: Mark Wallace

Mark Wallace — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 22:06:26 +0000

In the aftermath of the 1992 Creeley incident, a friend of mine at the conference, one of the youngest poets among the Buffalo contingent, and whose name I won’t mention unless he himself cares to bring it up, was called upon a number of times to justify Creeley’s behavior and to “explain what you Americans are up to.”
Never mind the obvious power dynamic at work in asking a young, unknown poet to justify the behavior of an old famous one. More importantly, generalizing about the writers of other countries and their work, and neglecting distinctions between individuals in an attempt to defend one’s own country, turn out not to be behaviors that only Americans engage in.
I suppose, though, that it’s possible to talk about degrees of ignorance. Maybe. But even so, the comments of any two individuals, whether analyzed accurately or not, don’t really add up to an analysis about a whole nation. In fact I wonder what evidence would be sufficient to defend such a broad claim.
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By: John Bloomberg-Rissman

John Bloomberg-Rissman — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 19:52:50 +0000

Mr Earl–
I don’t see why an interest in translations of comtemporary poetry, in wanting to see what poets in the other part of the world are doing, needs to be ironized. Poets in other parts of the world, though I can’t read their work, are, y’know, real people, worth reading as well as knowing. The dead aren’t worth more than the living, believe it or not, though their work is no doubt not worth less either. (Yes I’ve read Skelton, etc … good stuff) Why should I be ironic?
Oh, I see, because, like “many Americans” (you should have said USAmericans, but perhaps you’ve never heard of Canada or Mexico …), I’m reducing other literatures and creators to “theoretic constructs and excuses for reductive thinking”. That you can deduce this from what I wrote is simply … amazing. Because I am interested in the people who live in those countries, their art, their lives, I have reduced them somehow? But then again, you don’t live in the US so you are de facto Amazing, just as I am de facto “incapable of empathy”??
Do you make this stuff up just to be … dear god, what would be the word?
What on earth leads you to say that I somehow think that “translations are seen as instrumental, to be valued for what they can tell American readers about themselves and their ideas of the world at large”??
Do you think I actually read to look in the mirror? Fer cryin’ out loud, I don’t even find Am Lit much of a mirror. And if I want to masturbate I don’t bother with literature.
I read to learn what other people are like. Y’know, that “difference” thing.
But then again, well, who am I to say anything, I’m from the good ol’ USA, you betcha.
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By: Benjamin

Benjamin — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 19:29:01 +0000

As a supplement to your post, I think it is interesting to consider whether the European influence on American letters in the latter half of the 20th Century might not seem deficient in our fiction and poetry only because it appears so pronounced elsewhere, in a domain that, in terms of institutional prestige if not general cultural recognition, is the more salient and powerful, and–who knows–perhaps the more enduring. I am speaking, of course, of criticism. Your own nod to Derrida and Benjamin, which in a “serious” discussion of translation feels de rigeur, lends traction to my point. We don’t read Baudelaire; we read “Paris, Capital of the Nineteenth Century.” We don’t dally with Mallarme; instead, we wade through the tortuous currents of Dissemination (or, at least, we dip into it enough to say that we have). Of course, this is just an idle generalization. All the same, I am repeatedly led, particularly in my encounters with the literary avant-garde, to wonder where our contemporary literature would be without the gravitas lent it by habits of a critical vocabulary, habits that remain, for the most part, exterior to the works themselves.
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