Friday, 29 May 2009


Every work of literature is a translation- from life into words. Though the writer himself may be little more than just such a translation in the first place. An abstraction at source.


Anonymous said...

Where and what, then, is the original text? Or is life just a series of translations from nothing?

Andrew Kenneally said...

The original text is just another translation. There's something there all right. If someone stops translating life into words- almost inevitably a bad translation- life won't stop appearing. More likely it'll really start appearing.