Much I read of the works of Yasunari
Kawabata and Stanislaw Lem in
second-hand translations, made via
French or German; it was then,
now is now, and 'translating'
translations is not a serious thing;
but it's a hobby, it's being a little
creaking, rusty and unnecessary
wheel or cog in the great machinery
of literature. Or so I claim while
happily turning, making
a terrible sound as I go round.
15.06.2024
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