Showing posts with label german. Show all posts
Showing posts with label german. Show all posts

Thursday, April 14, 2016

east + west, words + freedom, walls + borders, tax + refugees, and 2 murals



This started as a currently-reading blog post - yet the books that I recently read are both connected to my visit to the Leipzig book fair. Driving there brought up the whole theme of East and West Germany, of borders, of change, of the recent German history. It's so present there - like when you walk into the inner city of Leipzig from the train station, you walk past a giant colorful mural. It took a moment for me to see its central line: the wall, closed still on the upper corner, opening in the lower corner.

The walk through Leipzig city happened on the day before the fair opened. That morning, I strolled through the fairhalls that were both empty and buzzing with get-things-prepared-activities. One of the moments that touched me was this one: walking through the entry area, past black signs that said "Für das Wort und die Freiheit" - "For the word and for freedom":



Freedom of speech, we so often take it for granted. But it isn't. And even in Europe, just some decades ago, it was another world in many places: writing the wrong word could mean trouble and prison.

Sometimes, granting the right of freedom of speech is painful. There was one booth in the fair that felt like a slap in the face: Compact was there, a rather borderline right-wing magazine.



The police was present, to make sure there would be no trouble. The thing is, freedom of course always is also the freedom of the one with another opinion. It's just stinging to see that if they were in charge, they probably wouldn't care much for other opinions, or dialogue, or compassion, or human rights.... And their slogans! Like from a different time and place, stirring fear and anger. And as always, it is so much easier to throw around fear and to blame refugees, than to contemplate the complex problems of our days.

The complexity of problems, that was, in a good way, the slogan of one of the radio stations that was present, "DRadio". One of the stations that has a focus on interviews and information, people and themes. Their motto:
"Es ist kompliziert. Dazu guter Pop."
"It is complicated. Accompanied by good pop."
And it is complicated, Europe these days. There are so many difficult themes. Questions without easy answers. Long and hard debates. A feeling that all is connected, more than ever.

Another moment that still touches me: walking through the European hall, and seeing a "Taiwan" sign - turns out, there is a writer-in-residency exchange program between Germany and Taiwan. They had some small collections from authors who joined, the series is titled: "Life is an island". One is from author Badai. He writes in his introduction that he doesn't know Germany - but that he is deeply impressed by the fact that Germany was the first country to open borders for Syrian refugees. Interesting to get to read this outside view. It also made me think that the regions in former East Germany have the most recent own experience with living in an oppressive state. And many fled the region - becoming German-German refugees. It's strange that the right-wing is especially strong in these regions.



The book from Taiwan, I brought it home, and after reading brought it as souvenir to the local librarian - we had talked about the Leipzig bookfair before I went, I actually borrowed a travel guide there. She never was in Leipzig herself, she told me. "I bring you something from there", I said. I guess that's one of the things I like about books, that they sometimes do their own travels, connecting places and people.

In a sweet twist, I got offered a book called "Europe", on that first day - but I was on the way to the city. "I'd love to, but I would have to carry it around Leipzig atll day", I explained. Of course, I later regretted it. Fast forward two days: I walked through the halls for a final round. Actually thought of the Europe book. And walking up the next stairway, see a copy there - abandoned by someone else, and left there. So the book now has its own arrival-story for me. And it's a moving book. "My name is Europe - a political travelbook" by Alexander Cern. With a bit of a mystic touch, reflections, walks, word associations, and conversations along the way, about life and the world. With lines like this (i tried a translation):
"You talk about our capitals and economical centres?"
"I talk about all the cities and countries of this world where the lust of one group is paid by the dumbness and the death of the others."
"And how do you want to stop this mechanism?"
"The troubling thing is that the mechanisms are well known."
"But then, one could..."
"Yes, one could, if one wanted..."
And interesting, this peculiar German grammar construct of the impersonal "one", that doesn't even expect someone to act: "man könnte"....

The quoted lines, reading them now, they almost feel like a commentary on the Panama Papers and the whole system of offshore companies and tax avoidance, and the unbelievable dimension of this hidden system. One of the repeated quotes on twitter tried to link both themes, the papers and the refugees, and give a larger perspective:

“Nicht die Flüchtlinge sind unser Problem - sondern die Steuerflüchtlinge."
"Not the refugees are our problem - but the tax-refugees”."

(In German, it’s indeed the same word that is used in both cases: a refugee is a "Flüchtling", and someone who tries to avoid taxes by moving money abroad is a "tax-refugee": "Steuerflüchtling".)

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From Taiwan and Europe to... a game of chess and life
In contrast to the heavier political themes, I came across a book set on the Greek island Naxos, a story about finding ones way and following ones passion even when it's difficult, and when you are "only" working as a hotel maid. Reading it also brought back the memories of my own stay in Greece. Here's a photo that I had no memory of... a painted wall:


The book itself is not from Leipzig, but from the telephone book box. The title is: "the chess player" - or rather, the female form of it (in German, you don't have defined neutral forms for professions, you have to define the gender, or go for non-defined, "some chess-player".) so the book title is "Die Schachspielerin" -"she chess-player-woman". For that it's the turn her life takes when she comes across a chess game in process in the room of a couple from Paris. Seeing it makes her dream of Paris, and of playing chess with her own husband. It wakes a curiousity she didn't know she had. And from there, things roll on. And she starts to learn chess, and has to learn that people think her ridiculous for it, and her husband especially doesn't share her dream, and instead feels embarassed by her. "A delicate book about chance and the courage for change," is the short description. It also connects with a quote I copied before I came across the book:
"Always go with your passions. Never ask yourself if it’s realistic or not."
– Deepak Chopra
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More links
- bookshelf
- Leipzig moments


Tuesday, September 2, 2014

L is for "A Like", or: a play with language/s

continuing the a-z blog series with a short story i once wrote: a play with language/s.




A Like

“Sea,” he says.
Her eyes are closed, her toes curled into his. “She,” she answers.
He doesn’t get it.
She paints the words into the air: sea, see, sie.
“They are alike,” she explains, “sea and see. And in German, it would be understood as sie, which means: she.”
“Homonym,” he says.
Now she doesn’t get it.
“Different words, same pronunciation,” he explains. “Definition of homonym.”
“Probably the very same word in German,” she figures, and searches for more of them.
“I,” she says.
“Eye,” he answers,
“And in German: Ei. Egg.”
Outside, a bus drives by, honks.
“One more?”
“Easy,” she answers. More. Is Moor in German: bog.”
“Okay,” he says. “Done.”
She beams. “That’s another one, actually.”
“Done?”
Dann. Then.”
“So then,” he says, his hand in her hair, and they both fall silent while their minds go hunting for more words that sound as alike as they feel that day.
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more words: previous A to Z posts 

about the a-z blogtour: notes, map, links...

reading... Last Words from Montmartre by Qiu Miaojin from Taiwan,
online at Guernica

listening to.. The Sculpture Diaries 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

G is for growing words (a to z)


today: sun and thunderstorms. working for a nature project and for a geek thing. rushing and pausing. coffee and water. and the next word play: after finding words inside words in the D day/dream, G is about growing words. starting with "Ei", which is German for "egg". and which grows into ice and iron and into railway, just by adding letters.

here's a thing about German language: you can "grow" / specify nouns by connecting two words. like: the house of the "Eisenbahnwärter" turns into the "Eisenbahnwärterhaus".

this blog post was inspired.. by a drive to the "Grünabfallsammelplatz". (= "garden cutting collecting place", or literally: "green garbage collect place")

(note.. this post initially was deciated to E, and was called "ei/egg/eis/ice", but after a case of  "Buchstabendopplung" (letter-doubling) now got renamed to "G is for Growing words"..

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Related links: 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Color Code, or: all words are translations (a to z)

Here is the next step of the alphabet journey: A was for arrival, B was for Blue, and C is for: Color Code.


A visual reflection of the mediascape that surrounds us
(The image is just a snaphot, click it to see the real installation)

The installation, I put it together a couple of years ago and remembererd it after putting together the "blue" post. Back then, it mainly was a reflection on the neverending stream of news and advertising that has become an element of daily life, all those messages that rain down on us.

Revisiting it and watching it, another thought appeared: that we often think of translation as the step it takes to move from one language to another. But in fact, all languages in their core are translations of reality: things, emotions, activities: they came first. then someone gave them a name. the blue thing above = sky. the color of water = blue. oneself = I. and the names for all those things, for our world = words.


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Related links: 

Monday, June 2, 2014

b is for blue, or 6900 names of... (a to z)

here is the next step of the alphabet journey, today is all about colors. or rather: all about 1 color



blue language musings
"blue" turns to "blau" in German, and to "bleu" in French. for Italians, it is "azzurro" and for Portuguese it is "azul". "xanh" is the Vietnamese blue - and niebieski is the Polish blue. (more blues, here: translations of blue)

and that is just one simple word. it is astonishing to think about the complexity of language, and all the different languages that are out there, each with an own set of words, some even with an own alphabet. here's a list of the top 100 languages of the world, by estimated number of speakers.

And how many languages are spoken in the world? 
"More than you might have thought", states this article of the linguistic society:
"As of 2009, at least a portion of the bible had been translated into 2,508 different languages, still a long way short of full coverage. The most extensive catalog of the world’s languages, generally taken to be as authoritative as any, is that of Ethnologue (published by SIL International), whose detailed classified list as of 2009 included 6,909 distinct languages."
which would make it 6900 names for blue.

more a-to-z posts: 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

The ä ö ü of it (or: Come here Umlaut)

a facebook conversation + a translation by Ron Kostar, Rose Hunter, Jeffrey Brautigam, Dorothee Lang

It all started with a note on facebook in German, typed by Ron Kostar, which picked up on some extra alphabet letters in German: the "Umlaute". Derived from a, o and u, the Umlaute add 3 more vocals to the german alphabet: ä, ö and ü, which also are included in german keyboards, but not in other keyboards. So the question was: how to create an "Umlaut"? And: what does Umlaut mean exactly? All this lead to finding an "Umlaut"-poem and translating it.

Enjoy the ä ö ü of it!

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The ä ö ü of it 

Ron: Wir mussen in dem Ozean gehen aber mit nicht ein Umlaut! (ich vergesse alles!)

Ron: Der Umlaut must in dem Haus mit die Kinder hinter der Tur und die troublesome Articles und Preopositions bleiben. Lol!!

Rose: Und gleich mit dem Subjunctive usw

Ron: Eine greosse Problem und ein Problem und einander!

Jeffrey: I do not know how to make facebook do an umlaut, but I can produce one in both Word and Wordperfect

Ron: mit ein Wort (wart) more preceisely eine Brief herunter?

Dorothee @ BluePrintReview: Here come the Umlaute: Mögen die Häuser ihre Türen öffnen, und die Umlaute die Worte aufhübschen. Viele Grüße

Ron: Come here Umlaut, I would like the door of your house open and the Umlaut of the word (aufhubschen?). Many greetings ???

Ron: Very moldy to the point of decaying my German become has.

Rose: See I would have thought the plural would have been Umläuter.... But that just sounds like some around people I guess. OPTION + u and then the letter on a Mac. Here umlaut, good umlaut benimm sich gut....

Dorothee: more Umlaute: green: "grün", nice="schön" or "hübsch". and derived from that: to make nicer: aufhübschen. And this one: Many Greetings - Viele Grüße

Rose: Grüss Gott!

Ron: Dorothee, has anyone ever written a poem in German about an or The Umlaut? From our perspective it is very interesting, even intriguing. I know of nothing like it in English.

Dorothee: An Umlaut-Poem - i don't know about any. the thing is, in German, it's just the way the language is, so the Umlaute are just normal letters, like the "ß"-s, too. will look, see if i find something. cool that you know German. Grüße!

Ron: Nicht so gut, sehr schlecht, ja, sehr sehr schlecht.
I always did like many of the words, though, especially for some obscure reason the word "auswendig."

And here the conversation ended, but lead to an Umlaut-poem search:

(later)
Dorothee: I found an Umlaut-Gedicht! Here's the start of it:

Laut mit Umlaut
Brigitta Firmenich

Haha, du verunstaltetes Um, sagt der Laut angriffslustig zum Umlaut.

Du kleines anämisches Würstchen,
brüllt der Umlaut aufheulend zurück....


the complete poem is up here: Laut mit Umlaut


(much later)

Ron: I tried a translation. I know it's very, how you say, un-literal, and I took great liberties and, my German not being very good, at times translated more from sound and image than from any sense of literal meaning.

Dorothee, what does "Um" mean lterally? If Laut means loud, which I knew, what, literally does Umlaut mean? (Not with that would be mit, no?)

Dorothee: „um“ is a german prefix to add to verbs and nouns, like this:

- to build / a building
- bauen / ein Bau

- to renovate / the process of renovation:
- umbauen / ein Umbau

apart from that, “um” exists in many variations
- at 3 o’clock: um 3 Uhr
- to walk around the tree: um den Baum herumgehen

Umlaut literally has no real meaning, it just points at the fact that the „Umlaut“ (like ä ö ü) is derived from the relating Laut (sound) “a o u”

ah, languages!

Ron: Dorothee, heres' another shot at it, another version. i made up a word, behatted (hatted is actually the word), and i adopted some of your changes but also tried to do something with the sound of the poem, since you said a lot of this poem depends on sound and playing with words and sounds.

i like the two liver spots on the forehead, even though they are hardly literal, and the light and lithesome manner of Missy Laut ... but i wonder if i could do more with Laut and Umlaut? Sound and UnSound? Loud and UnLoud? Or Sound and UmSound (like a drum)? i'm also playing up, though less so, the slender young nature of Laut and the thick and maternally nature of Umlaut - is that accurate? i the original poem? the sounds of the verbs in the early part of the poem sound aggressive, which is why i used "shot" and "howled"). and .. i played off the contrast of thin slender Laut and thick Umlaut in the the penultimate stanza, though that is the stanza i'm least happy with:

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Laut and Umlaut

Ahh!! You try to spoil everything,
shot slim slightly clad Laut to Umlaut.

Why you anemic little sausage!
behatted Mother Umlaut howled back.

Oh you have gotten so fat! hissed Laut,
and what's with those two liver spots on your forehead?

Dignified well-known people like me dress well,
Mother Umlaut shot back proudly.

Perhaps, but I carry myself in a light and lithesome manner,
slender Laut eased back.

Yes, Missy Laut, but perhaps you need to check your mirror more often.
said Umlaut. Then you'll see that you are just part of me


original poem "Laut mit Umlaut" written in German by Brigitta Fermenich translated very liberally into English by Ron Kostar

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i'm thinking that if the point is that Laut is contained within Umlaut maybe i can say something about that in the last stanza, something more explicit but shrewd like: "when you look in the mirror you see that we genetically overlap"

also, i think Laut may be naive, nicht wahr, in thinking that she has nothing in common with Umlaut, so maybe i need to bring that out with a "she naively replied" or something similar.

Dorothee: so interesting, the theme of translation and Umlaut. i think your revised version works well – and i like the idea of your ending line: "when you look in the mirror you see that we genetically overlap"

maybe, to spin that towards language, it could even be: "when you look in the mirror you see that we phonetically overlap"

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PS:
This conversation was originally published in the blueprint blog, in December 2011. A bit later, it became part of the language/place series, issue #16, the "translation issue". Talking about Umlaute with a friend, i was reminded of it, revisited it, and now added it here.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

he tree, or: male

photo friday's new theme is: "male". not so easy, as i only rarely take photos of people. but then i found a male photo...

trees are male in German, they are called: "der Baum" - "he tree".


the tree in the photo comes with an unique detail:
do you see the little box in the middle of it?
it's the first time i saw something like that, here's a close-up:


it's a bat-home! 
by the way, bats are female in German: "die Fledermaus" - "she bat" 

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for more contributions to the theme "male", try photo friday
...and for more about German articles, try wiki: German_articles

Saturday, November 3, 2012

a bend, or: evening


on the road towards evening
__ turn a/bend &    catch the moon 
while the sunset is still reflected
_____ in the rearview mirr/or

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 a 2-layer image, inspired by the photo friday's new theme "Evening".

and some wordplay: in German, the word for "Evening" is "Abend", which literally includes a bend, and from word etymology relates to the english "After" and the Hebrew word "Erev" (evening)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

spring moon senses



today: the start of spring.  spring, it is called "Frühling“ here in Germany: „Early-ling“, and arrived with a moon sliver at the horizon - and with new senses -

just time with the turning of seasons, the new language/place blog carnival went live:
Language/Place #14: Locating the Senses

happy spring!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Once upon a time, an empty page

This post belongs to the Aotearoa Affair blog carnival - a web initiative of Kiwi and German writers and artists. It's inspired by the theme "Past Myths, Present Legends", moves from present to past to the now, and includes one of the oldest German literary works: a (anti)heroe's tale.



June, 2009, Konstanz
Together with a friend I walk through Konstanz - a city located at the edge of Lake Constance, which itself is an edge: the southern border of Germany. Neither of us has been in this place before. We walk through the old streets of the city centre, and arrive at a house with a large mural, like a memory of the past. We try to decipher the scenes, and notice the word: "Salve".

Our guidebook doesn't tell the story of the mural, but it includes a timeline. Turns out,  the history of Konstanz reaches back to Roman times. Back then, around the year 300 a.C., the settlement was named Constantia. So that's what the words "Salve" relate to: the Roman greeting. Now, if only those old stones could talk and tell the tales of those times.

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January, 2012, Munich
In many places, the old stones were lost: demolished, to make space for new houses. Or simply: built upon. Sometimes they appear again. Like in this construction site in the centre of Munich. Underneath the planned new buildings: the old foundations of houses forgotten a long time ago. Who lived there? And which tales were told in those old rooms? Nothing remains but the silent stones. And sometimes, a piece of paper.

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Year 900, in an unknown place
After 30 years of war and forced exile, as a German legend has it, an old warrior returns home. At the border, a young soldier stops him, and asks who is. The father realizes that the young soldier is his son - but the son believes his father is dead. He calls for a fight, in the honour of his father.

The story, it's the "Hildebrandslied" - "Hildebrand's song" - an old legend that points at the reality of the region that started to turn into "Deutschland" in the 15th century. Before that, Germany was a patchwork of changing borders, and endless wars. It's maybe not coincidence that the warrior legend is one of the earliest literary works in German, written in Old German verse, and with it, is the only surviving example of what probably was an oral tradition of the Germanic tribes.

Here's the original start, in Old German - which no one would be able to understand now, except of a few experts of old languages. The lines, they are like language fossils. But their sound still carries the tale, beyond understanding:

Ik gihorta ðat seggen
ðat sih urhettun ænon muotin
Hiltibrant enti Haðubrant untar heriun tuem
sunufatarungo iro saro rihtun
garutun se iro guðhamun gurtun sih iro suert ana
helidos ubar hringa do sie to dero hiltiu ritun

here's the German version:
Ich hörte (glaubwürdig) berichten,
daß zwei Krieger, Hildebrand und Hadubrand, (allein)
zwischen ihren beiden Heeren, aufeinanderstießen.
Zwei Leute von gleichem Blut, Vater und Sohn, rückten da ihre Rüstung zurecht,
sie strafften ihre Panzerhemden und gürteten ihre
Schwerter über die Eisenringe, die Männer,
als sie zu diesem Kampf ritten.

and here's the English translation:
I heard tell
That warriors met in single combat
Hildebrand and Hadubrand between two armies
son and father prepared their armour
made ready their battle garments girded on their swords
the warriors, over their chain mail
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Two Pages
1100 years is the age of the pages that carry the Hildebrand-text. It was written down in a monastery, on the first and last page of an even older biblical manuscript. The text is not complete - as the space on the last page wasn't large enough for all verses. Still, it survived. Was stolen, brought to another continent, brought back. Its story, it now is a fable in itself.

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2012, Überlingen
Tales told. Tales forgotten. Tales lingering.
And sometimes: tales turned into a fountain. Like here, in Überlingen - a place that also borders at Lake Constance. I walked around the fountain twice, but there's no plate, no hint at the tale itself. But it's there, wordless, rising.

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1885, Regensburg
A recent article in the Guardian: For years, a historian travelled a the region of Germany called Oberpfalz, to collect the local fairy tales, like the Grimm Brothers. But while the Grimm fairy tales got popular, the collected tales of Oberpfalz didn't gain much attention. The volumes were filed in the city archive, and forgotten, for 150 years. The rest, again, is a tale itself: a cultural curator looked for regional stories in the archive, and re-discovered the books that alway had been waiting there, carrying 500 tales.

One of them is online now in English: The Turnip Princess

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And to end these notes on tales with a beginning, here the starting words of fairy tales in German:
Es war einmal...
It was onetime...

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related links, myths, lines:

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

an Aotearoa Affair interview, or: talking in 2 languages



I learned some new words last week: "hoa" and "pai" and "kaitiaki". All of these are Maori. I first read them in a story, without translation, and understood their rough meaning.

The story is now online in the Aotearoa Affair Blog Fest, together with an interview with translator Anita Goetthans that developed from reading it. Here's the link:

Once upon a time in Aotearoa – Translating Maori Myths into the Now and into German

One of the lines from the interview struck me: "but most of the younger generation freely mix the Maori words with English." How would that work, I wondered. And only later realized that it actually is the same in Germany these days, with mixing English into sentences. The German term for these words is: "Anglizismen".

There's a long list of them up in the German wiki::
List of Anglizismen

Many of them are so common that if you would ask people to list Anglizismen, they probably wouldn't think of them: Adapter, Bar, Computer, Deo, Eishockey, Fairness, Gag, Hamburger...

Languages. Such a vast and interesting landscape.
Sprachen. So eine weite und interessante Landschaft.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

things that appear on saturdays



saw it when i made tea and looked out of the window, and thought it looks pretty fancy. like an oldtimer of a farm tractor. or like one of the farm tractor in children's books. maybe the farmer stopped there to get a cup of coffee-to-go at the nearby bakery. "Traktor", they are called in german, or: "Trecker", a name that is derived from the old german word for pulling: "trecken".

Monday, October 11, 2010

qarrtsiluni: Nikolaikirche



"The Crowd" - is the current theme of qarrtsiluni. the call for submissions made me revisit a photo i took a while ago, a memory of a crowd moment. it's up now in qarrtsiluni:

Nikolaikirche

and a good match in time it is: last sunday was the 20th anniversary of the german reunion. it's still a little miracle, that all this happened in peaceful ways in 1989, and in 1990. there was a huge risk involved - Nikolaikirche could also have turned into an equivalent of Tiananmen Square.
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Sunday, October 10, 2010

rhein river moment



wednesday, after visiting the frankfurt book fair, i went to visit relatives. it was sunset time. so i took a small detour - Rhein river was just a mile away. i drove there, to see the last minutes of sunset at the riverside. and arrived just in time for this moment.

a larger image of this moment is up here: rhein

(and interesting: in german, it's "Rhein", in english, "rhine" - exactly the same letters, just arranged in a slightly different way - and from ethymology, Rhine connects to the indogermanic word root "Hreih" ("to flow"), which is related to the latin word "rivus" (river), the spanish "rio" and the english "river".
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

currently reading... travelogue from China, Yiyun story, language essay



back from the austrian mountains, home for a bit, and onwards to the black forest and its lakes tomorrow. i am packing bags, booking a place to stay, and printing pages to read. since i discovered the "print 2 pages on 1 page" option, i rather print longer texts, and take them along as folded "booklets". one of the reads that accompanied me to the mountains was a blog-based travelogue with images:

blog entries from a jouney through China, by Will Buckingham (i arrived there through Jean Morris' blog entry vicarious travels)

so perfect, to read about travel while travelling, and even more so when the travelogue includes musings on writing: "I confess to being something of a geek when it comes to the technologies of writing. Without these technologies, we would not write at all; but I think there are also all kinds of connections between the forms in which we write, and the technologies that underlie these forms. Nobody sensible, after all, writes War and Peace by carving onto stone slabs. There’s a wonderful three-way connection between the aesthetics of the page, the technology of printing, and the words on the page, and this is something that came across strongly in the museum collection, so I spent a good while admiring manuscripts and tracing the evolution of the page down to the present." (link)
connected in theme of travelling and place, yet inversed in format and direction, i read a short story by Yiyun Li "The Science of Flight" (from The New Yorker summer issue): the story of an immigrant Chinese woman who lives in Iowa now, and returns to China every year to visit family, until the year she decides to go to England: "What’s there to see in England in November? Ted asked. Zichen did not answer, because anything she said would fall short of his expectations."

and there it is, the word that connects to travel so often: expectations. it made me think of the gap between anticipation and expectataino again, and all the things (and stories) coming from it - a theme that i recently discussed with Rose Hunter in an author talk. the context is different, but the question similar: "Und wenn ich wirklich reise?" / "And if I really travel?" (link)

it also made me think that reading is different on the road, that there often are more pauses between reading, and that there is more reading that happens in different places.

another text i had with me as print was a NY Times article on language: "Does Your Language Shape How You Think?" - by Guy Deutscher. the article also picks up on the german gender system for nouns. "Let’s take genders again. Languages like Spanish, French, German and Russian not only oblige you to think about the sex of friends and neighbors, but they also assign a male or female gender to a whole range of inanimate objects quite at whim."

the thing is, when you grow up in Germany, you don't really think about this until you start to learn another language. which now also connects to travel: there are so many details to every culture, and many of them, you don't think about much until you are in a different cultural surrounding, where everything happens in the same, but slightly different way, which also changes your own habits slightly.

(now i am running out of time, so here in brackets, the link to another book i had with me: reflections on running by Ben Tanzer: 99 Problems. in the book Tanzer runs and writes in different places: Chicago, Atlanta, Pittsburgh, ...)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

mittwoch.



today. wednesday. Mittwoch. mercredi.

not sure about the word roots of the english wednesday and the french mercredi. the german Mittwoch is a merge of "Mitte + Woche": "middle-week." which fits with the half-sky of this morning.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Lutz Seiler: Turksib



i read it on thursday, this small book that rails along the turkestan-sibirian railroad "Turksib" in a first short story. and then switches place and time, and contemplates on the beauty of the moment in a second story.

didn't know about the Turksib before, but the railroad comes with a webpage with russian letters, and with a camel next to the translate-button: http://www.turksib.com/.

the transib story includes this tale about life and death:
"Ob ich wüßte, daß hier jeder Tod schon zu Lebzeiten ein Lied nach sich zöge, denn jeder Steppenbewohner müsse Sorge tragen für sein eigenes Klagelied. Täte er es nicht, würde nichts gesungen, alle säßen nur stumm zu Füßen des Toten, aber dann könne der Tote nicht zur Ruhe kommen, dann bliebe er auf immer etwas schuldig."

here the babelfish translation - couldn't resist:
"Whether I would know that each death would already draw a song here during lifetimes, because each steppe inhabitant had to take care of his own complaint (mourning) song. If he would not do it, nothing was sung, all would sit only mutely to feet of the dead one, but then the dead one could not come to peace, then he would remain guilty for always something."
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

the crossing line to violence



interesting question up in The Rumpus, as ending note of Ryan Boudinot's essay about the BaaderMeinhof film:

“The questions I’m left with after watching this fine film are, where’s the line that gets crossed that leads to domestic guerilla warfare? How close are we to that line?”

i mailed about the film with a friend in December, and now added a comment with a take on the film in germany, and some latest revelations about the start of the RAF: the years of bloodshed were probably induced by an agent provocateur from East Germany, here a copy&paste of the comment:

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"The problem with machines guns is that they tend to not be too articulate.”

you hit a point with that line. the Baader Meinhof film actually received very mixed reviews here in germany. the main critic point was that the film tries to cover a long and eventful period of time, with the focus more on the happenings (‘the action’) – which leaves not enough space for the politic backgrouds / discussions of that time, and resulted in overly simplifying things to make all fit into the film length and keep the “cinematic arc”.

i just looked at the german and then the english wiki page, i think the english one doesn’t include that aspect, while the german page is running rather long with all viewpoints: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Baader_Meinhof_Komplex

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“where’s the line that gets crossed that leads to domestic guerilla warfare?”

good question.

there’s a fact about the german student’s movement that isn’t included in the film, as it only was discovered recently – and it is directly connected to the crossing-line to violence:

one key scene/date for the student movement was the death of a student in a non-violent demonstration in Berlin in 1967: Benno Ohnesorg, who was shot by the police in the back of his head. this event changed the mood in germany, and let students and liberaly sympathize with the radical left-wing / RAF. it also was the crossing line to violence on the student’s side (‘if they kill us, we have a right to fight back’).

now, all those years later, files were found in the archives of former East Germany that document that the policeman who shot Ohnesorg was a spy, and might have had the order to act as agent provocateur, to try and destabilize West Germany.

i just looked, here’s an NY Times article: “Spy Fired Shot That Changed West Germany“ –

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additional note:

i was a kid at the time the RAF-members were caught and imprisoned. as it turned out, one of the judges lived in one of the towns of this region, and one of our teachers knew this judge, and later told us about this time, how there was a wall built around the judge's house, with hourly police patrols to check on his and his wife's and children's security. that's one of the memories i still have: this dark realization that there are people out there who walked so far off from the rules of society that they would go and kill a judge. people who claim to fight for a better world. their symbol: a machine gun.

(and no. so far none of the RAF-members commented on the fact that they might have been instrumentalized by the secret service of a communist regime that followed its own agenda of guerrilla warfare. )
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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Regine Sylvester: Soll man so leben?



Regine Sylvester is a german journalist of both sides - born and grown up in East Berlin, now writing for a Berlin newspaper. when i saw the book, i was drawn to it by the cover, and the title:
"Soll man so leben? - Kleinere Texte zu größeren Fragen."
"Shall one live like that? - Short texts about large questions."


turned out, the book is a collection of essays she wrote, reflections of the changes that came with the reunion, on a personal level. so interesting, to read the "east" side of things, and so fitting, after reading the "west" reflections of Inge Jens in November, "Unvollständige Erinnerung" - "Incomplete Memory".

the book also includes a note on writing: in the forword, Sylvester tells about the struggle to find a fitting concept for a collection. her editor asked: "Why are you writing?" - "Because I still figure out options to live, and as a journalist, I can explore how others are living," she answered. "Then that's your theme," the editor concluded.
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

gifts



wrapping up gifts. so nice.

(and here's a thing i still find funny: the english word "gift" means "poison" in german: "Gift". while gifts to give are "Geschenke". on the other hand, the "i find it funny" term is the very same in german: "ich finde es lustig".
and "on the other hand" turns into "on the other side": "auf der anderen Seite". which also can be pulled into one word: "'andererseits")
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