Three years ago, I wandered into a foreign territory. Anything but computer savvy, I decided to create a blog. I watched tutorials – don’t we all? – played around with pictures and buttons, and made something I wanted very much, and that wasn’t there before (at least to my knowledge), a blog about translation that was totally in parallel. I didn’t think about the risk of putting two texts side by side (one surely beautiful the other…who knows?), I just moved forward in my ignorance, and, well yes, bliss.
That was a total of 402 posts ago; 34, 435 views ago; and 18,299 viewers ago from 125 different countries.
There was never a minute when I thought, “Oh, enough!”
I hope there never is: There are still so many Italian poets and writers I love, and haven’t translated yet. – M.C.
|Del tradurre e altri scritti|
di Manara Valgimigli
Anche tradurre è, come far musica e poesia, come dipingere un quadro e scolpire una statua, sforzo e anelito di conquistare e di possedere la propria realtà.
|On translation and other works|
by Manara Valgimigli
Translation, too, is – like making music or poetry, like painting a picture or sculpting a statue – the effort and yearning to conquer and possess one’s own reality.
Translation by ©Matilda Colarossi
Manara Valgimigli, from Del tradurre e altri scritti, 1957
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