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George Szirtes
George Szirtes's many books of poetry have won various prizes including the T. S. Eliot Prize (2004), for which he is again shortlisted for Bad Machine (2013). His translation of László Krasznahorkai's Satantango (2013) was awarded the Best Translated Book Award in the US. The act of translation is, he thinks, bound to involve fidelity, ambiguity, confusion and betrayal.

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Foreword: A Pound of Flesh

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Issue No. 12

George Szirtes

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Issue No. 12

1.   ANALOGIES FOR TRANSLATION ARE MANY, most of them assuming a definable something on one side of the equation – a fixed original...

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January 2014

Afterword: The Death of the Translator

George Szirtes

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January 2014

1. The translator meets himself emerging from his lover’s bedroom. So much for fidelity, he thinks. 2. Je est...

Hal stands in front of the screen On the screen the words GANDALF GOES EAST   GO EAST, types Hal   The cursor flashes   BILBO GOES EAST, the screen says   The cursor flashes   Another line of text appears: GANDALF GOES WEST, it says   Hal clenches his hands once, twice He cannot progress in the game without Gandalf GO WEST, he types   The cursor flashes   BILBO GOES WEST, the screen says   Ben comes into the room and walks over to Hal He reads the words on the screen from top to bottom:   GANDALF GOES EAST   GO EAST   BILBO GOES EAST   GANDALF GOES WEST   GO WEST   BILBO GOES WEST   GANDALF GOES EAST   Hal turns to Ben How are you? Hal says   Ben stares at the screen   Stay, says Ben   How are you? Hal says again He sounds uncertain   It’s ‘stay’ says Ben Type ‘stay,’ Hal   Hal types STAY   GANDALF ARRIVES!   The cursor flashes   GO WEST, types Hal He laughs and looks at Ben   BILBO GOES WEST read the words on the screen   Ben stares at Hal as the cursor flashes   Hal turns his back on Ben and goes to the window, a red smear of light He shields his eyes against the fleeing sun How are you? he asks A woman enters with a guitar, singing Hal and Ben go east, into their neighbours’ flat The woman follows, still singing Hal and Ben see their friend Michael asleep on the couch His mouth is hanging open, his body twisted, as if he has fallen from the sky Hal and Ben shout to wake him up Michael shouts back when he opens his eyes and sees them standing above him He was dreaming of murderers and for a moment these two are the people in his dream Then he notices the cushion Hal is holding tightly to his body, and he realises who they are   Hey, how’s it going? says Michael He rubs his eyes   How are you? Hal says, smiling   Ben moves away He stands beside the singing woman and pulls a face What’s all this singing about? he says The woman ignores him and shifts her voice into a higher register The song has arrived at a moment of tension The woman has tears on her face Ben regrets the way he spoke

Contributor

August 2014

George Szirtes

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August 2014

George Szirtes’s many books of poetry have won various prizes including the T. S. Eliot Prize (2004), for which...

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

poetry

November 2013

George Szirtes

poetry

November 2013

And so they shone, every one of them, each crazy, everyone a diamond shining the way things shine, each becoming a gleam in his...
Rescue Me

poetry

November 2013

George Szirtes

poetry

November 2013

Pain comes like this: packaged in a moment of hubris with a backing band too big for its own good. It isn’t the same...

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Interview

January 2013

Interview with Kalle Lasn

Huw Lemmey

Interview

January 2013

Reinventing a political culture is a difficult task to set oneself; political aesthetics develop alongside political movements, and tracing...

Interview

Issue No. 13

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

Orlando Reade

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Issue No. 13

Modern philosophy is threatened by love, whose objects are never only objects. Philosophers have discovered in love a lived...

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September 2014

Paris at Night

Matthew Beaumont

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September 2014

The picturesque lightshow that, once the sun has set, takes place on the hour, every hour, when the Eiffel...

 

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