yamari
морген, морген, нур нихт хойте - заген алле фаулен лёйте
Собралась сегодня испечь блинов с творогом, а так как занятие это скучное, закачала себе аудиокниг в телефон. Хотела удовлетвориться фанфичком каким-нибудь по Супернейчералам, но мне случайно выпала лекция Хорхе Луиса Борхеса, которую он читал в Гарварде в 68м году. Я который раз убеждаюсь, что если что-то выпадает тебе случайно, надо обязательно слушать.
И еще, что лучшие фанфики пишут те, кто не фанфики пишут, я бы даже сказала, те, кто не писал их никогда.

Книга называется this craft of verse, это шесть коротких лекций, запись голоса самого Борхеса. Пожилой, почти не видящий человек читает лекцию на неродном английском, цитирует по памяти стихи на нескольких языках, и рассказывает волшебные, волшебные вещи.
На что уж я спокойна к поэзии, но меня пробрало. Я отслушала, по прихоти телефона, вторую, о метафорах.

"As the subject of today's talk is the metaphor, I shall begin with a metaphor. This first of the many metaphors I shall try to recall comes from the Far East, from China. If I am not mistaken, the Chinese call the world "the ten thousand things," or - and this depends on the taste and fancy of the translator - "the ten thousand beings."

или вот:

"Let me take a different example - one of the stanzas that have most struck me. The lines come from a poem by Chesterton called "A Second Childhood":

But I shall not grow too old to see enormous night arise,
A clould that is larger than the world
and a monster made of eyes.

Not a monster full of eyes (we know those monsters from the Revelations of Saint John) but - and this is far more awful - a monster made of eyes, as if those eyes were the living tissue of him"


или здесь:

"Let us try to follow another pattern - the very common one that links up the ideas of sleeping and dying. This is quite common in everday speech also; yet if we look for examples, we shall find that they are very different. I think that somewherer in Homer he speaks of the "iron sleep of death." Here he gives us two opposite ideas: death is a kind of sleep, yet that kind of sleep is made of a hard, ruthless, and cruel metal - iron. It is a kind of sleep that is unbroken and unbreakable. Of course, we have Heine hererr also: "Der Tod das ist die frühe Nacht." And since we are north of Boston, I think we must remember those perhaps too-well known lines by Robert Frost -
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

These lines are so perfect that hardly think of a trick. Yet, unhappily, all literature is made of tricks, and those tricks get - in the long run - found out. And the reader tires of them. But in this case the trick is so unobtrusive that I feel rather ashamed of myself for calling it a trick (I call it this merely for want of a better word). Because Frost has attempted something very daring here. We have the same line repeated word for word, twice over, yet the sense is different. "And miles to go before I sleep": this is merely physical - the miles are miles in space, in New England, and "sleep" means just that - "go to sleep." The second time, we are made to feel that the miles are not only in space but in time, and that "sleep" means "die" or "rest." Had the poet said so in so many words, he would have been far less effective. Because, as I understand it, anything suggested is far more effective than anything laid down. Perhaps the human mind has a tendency to deny a statement. Remember what Emerson said: arguments convince nobody. They convince nobody because they are presented as arguments. Then we look at them, we weigh them over, and we decide against them.


и мне очень понравились заключительные слова лекции, и я думаю, они понравится всем, кто мучается по поводу своей неоригинальности:
So I think that the outlook - even after my lecture - is quite good for the metaphor. Because, if we like, we may try out hand at new variations of the major trends. The variations would be very beautiful, and only a few critics like myself would take the trouble to say, "Well, there you have eyes and stars and there you have time and the river over and over again." The metaphors will strike the imagination. But it may also be given to us - and why not hope for this as well? - it may also be given to us to invent metaphors that do not belong, or that do not yet belong, to accepted patterns"


нашла вот здесь текст целиком.
читать интересно. но слушать - божественное удовольствие. очень рекомендую. вот здесь торрент, успевайте.

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