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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.) Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu. This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things. Tuesday, June 17, 2003
Hmph! It’s about 8:30, and my Internet connection is down at the moment (what on earth did people do to waste time before!?), so to occupy a moment or two, how about another slice of the 1901 edition of Everybody’s Writing-Desk Book!
Last week, we had a paragraph about the characteristics of poetry—today’s episode is a continuation of that topic entitled: Poetry earlier than Prose.—Poetry, it has also to be remembered, is a culture of earlier date than prose; and while Elizabethan poetry represents a comparatively advanced, Elizabethan prose represents a comparatively rudimentary, development. Prose, again, which is the language more of the average mood and addressed more to the average sense, is so much more subject to time and place, and therefore reflects so much more than poetry the general literary culture of the period wherein it is written.Of course, by the English Bible, the authors mean the King James version of 1611—for those of you who grew up with it, it’s hard to quibble with their commentary on it. Like all translations, it does have a few drawbacks, but it would be hard to come up with a single work with more influence upon modern English, or upon Western society, than this one. For anyone who is not literate in works written before the twentieth century, it can be difficult to read, but that is really more of a function of the original text than the translation, which has stood the passage of three hundred years quite well. Even newer translations such as the American Standard Version of 1901 owe much to the language and cadence of the 1611 translation, although it does provide a more accurate rendering of the Greek New Testament books. The New American Standard (an update of the 1901 version) benefits from the usage of various copies of texts discovered in the twentieth century, most notably parts of the Dead Sea texts, as well as being intricately footnoted and set so that quotations of Old Testament works within the New are more distinct. As an overall translation, the NAS leaves a bit to be desired. Attempts to accurately translate distances and measures into recognizable modern values (particularly noticeable in the New Testament portion) tends to strip the symbolic portions of the original of their intended meaning. There are several instances of this throughout, but one of the more noticeable is in the Book of Revelation, where John describes his vision of the New Jerusalem as it is being measured—in the original text it is measured out as 12,000 stadia in length, width, and height. While there are some who take this literally and have tried to work out exactly how big everybody’s apartment is going to be (and if they will have any space for a roommate to share rent) it works much better as a symbolic measure—12 being a number to indicate perfection, then multiplied a thousandfold and applied to a perfect cubic shape. The New American Standard translates the distance simply as “fifteen hundred miles”, which while accurate literally, is way off symbolically. Another problem with any translation is again not so much the translation, as it is the original text. And people being what they are, and there being lots of money to be wrung from folks who would rather the original were not quite so full of the Mean Old Angry God, the number of new translations and transliterations and paraphrasings and boy-I-wish-it-said-this-instead versions has skyrocketed in the past thirty years or so, and increasingly they have replaced God the Father with Papa Smurf (and lots of flowers and kittens). For the most part, the devotion and rigor of their efforts is expended less toward making sure it’s an accurate rendering of the original texts than to insuring nobody gets their feelings hurt. Well, whatever. But, if you really want to study, get yourself a Bible that is a real translation, and get yourself a couple of good Hebrew-English and Greek-English lexicons, too. Even if you’re a ragin’ atheist, it really won’t hurt you, if for no other reason than to get a little cultural depth—if you read any mid- to late-eighteenth century works by our Founders, it’s hard to deny the influence of the language and thoughts of the King James Bible upon their minds (whether for good or bad), and likewise upon the history of America. 9:30 A.M.—Internet STILL Down Figures. Just get Blogger to where it actually works, and now I can’t use it! 10:40 A.M.—Still down Wow—hard to believe how much you come to rely on something to feed the obsessive side of your personality until it’s SNATCHED away from you without notice. Usually, I will type furiously or run around here being a good regulatory agent, then sit for a minute or two and see what all’s going on in the world, then try to decide whether or not the vasty ocean of Possumblog readers would want to hear my comment on any certain event or topic I have found, then decide to completely ignore the boisterous cries to ‘shut up’ and go on to post something completely without merit. Then go back to regulating again. But without my hosepipe to the outside world, I’m stuck here with no way of seeing live pictures of the guys putting Vulcan’s head on, or of finding out what's the deal with anteaters, or reading the Bleat, or answering e-mails, or looking for pictures of my home entertainment center. Oh well. There’s always work. And Solitaire. OOOH! OOOH! It’s working again!! HOORAY!! (Better get this mess posted before it breaks again!)
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