Friday, 29 May 2009

Translations

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.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

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

30 May 2009 at 11:45
Andrew 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.

30 May 2009 at 21:33

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