Translating Puns ~ Nicholas C. Rossis

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Pure Bread Cat pun | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's booksAs anyone who’s been following my blog for a while surely knows, I love puns and bad dad jokes (often the same thing). And I often use them in my work, especially in my children’s books. Which becomes rather problematic when translating them into Greek. How can someone translate puns decently?

Rick van Mechelen, aka “that translation student“, recently shared an interesting post on this very subject. He cites Dirk Delabastita 1996 work* to divide puns into four categories of ambiguity. These are homonymy, homophony, homography, and paronymy, each of which is better suited to different forms of communication:

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Vista ~ Lee Ann #writephoto

It’s often a personal challenge of mine to write short, simple, descriptive scenes. Honestly, one of these days, I need to take the time to just write.  However, it’s hard to overcome the negative voices (from childhood) telling me it’s a waste of time.  Writing and playing with words brings me joy (and these prompts give me a reason).  So, here I am again.  I am doing this ala “Five Minute Friday” writing style — quick and dirty — minimizing my time.  Enjoy.

As I wander along the path, my soul longed to be beside a sea of blue with foams of white. A strong hot gusting breeze reminds me of the strong winds at the shore.

 

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Summer’s Vista ~ Goff James #writephoto

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Finding joy…

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““And then, right on cue as it were, in walks our angel.”

“Oh, you mean the old woman with the radiant face and sparkly eyes.”

“Ah ha, you see, even you noticed her radiant face, bit of a giveaway that one.”

Wen chuckles, “Well to be strictly accurate she didn’t so much walk in, as shuffle.”

“Angels always affect that shuffle, it’s merely to throw you off the scent.”

“And what makes you so sure she was an angel, I mean apart from the radiant face, the sparkly eyes and the shuffle…”

“And the stockings halfway up her leg…another classic element of angel disguise.”

“Obviously.”

“Well for one thing what did she have to be so radiant about?”

“That’s true. Her life, as described, was pretty much a litany of disaster.”

“She talked about her and her husband’s quite considerable bodily troubles and ailments as if she were talking about children playing out and scraping limbs and what was the secret of her joy in the face of such calamities, and what did she exhort us to do?”

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Vista ~ Di #writephoto

She didn’t remember the path being this narrow, neither the age it took to climb.
But the view, oh yes…… she remembered the view.
It hadn’t changed. Man hadn’t found a way to exorcise this natural beauty.
Maybe the Ancestors were having the last laugh.
Her own echoed down the hillside.

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Vista ~ Aseem Rastogi #writephoto

He shriveled at the thought of hearing her voice in his head. After her death, life had acquired a new meaning for him. In order to get rid of all the noxious thoughts, he decided to walk across the country in her memory to raise funds for the underprivileged wearing the shirt she gifted him.

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Acceptance #midnighthaiku

Perfect acceptance

Neither threat nor worry looms

At rest within peace

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Afghanistan adventures#41 When a childhood dream becomes an adult nightmare ~Mary Smith

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Lal-sar-Jangal – early winter 1989

Bashir and friend (Custom)

Qurban’s little brother Bashir and friend

The journey to visit Qurban’s family was rapidly approaching and my chance to fulfil a lifelong ambition to learn to ride a horse. As a child I had wanted more than anything to own a pony, badgering my parents to no avail. The “we can’t afford its” won. I contented myself with devouring every horsy book I could lay my hands on. I succeeded in cadging the occasional ride on a friend’s fat pony and the occasional riding lesson. My passion waned although it never completely left me.

Now, horses suddenly appeared to be very large. Qurban’s horse seemed particularly huge, and every time I passed close to where he was tethered, I had the uneasy suspicion he rolled his eyes at me in a wicked and knowing way.

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Alan Richardson and Magic ~ G. Michael Vasey #podcast

Renowned author, Alan Richardson is Gary Vasey’s guest… listen to the podcast on Spreaker by clicking this link.

In this episode, I was delighted to chat with British magician and prolific occult author – Alan Richardson. Alan talks about how magic has always been a part of his life, talks about his interactions with some of the magical personalities of our era and about his love of writing books on magic.

Alan has written books about Dion Fortune, Aleister Crowley, William Gray and others as well as a host of books on a variety of magical topics. You can find his books on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/Alan-Richardson. Please do stop there and buy a book or two! Books mentioned in the podcast include The Old Sod, Sex and Light , The Templar Door, The Sea Priest , Dark Magery and by G. Michael Vasey, Chasing the Shaman and The Mystical Hexagram (co-written with SC Vincent) also available on Amazon.

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Vista ~ Trent P. McDonald #writephoto

Looking down, all I can see are the chalk lines of my life. There is a path of memory behind, and I can make out that there might be a path cut into the Earth ahead, but what does it mean? An ant on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel will have more idea of the design than I.

But then, perhaps, I am more like Michelangelo, flat on his back, quickly applying the pigment to the chalk-white plaster as it dries all too quick. Each stroke of the brush took into account all of the others, even if they were impossible to see.

But then, he knew where he was going, didn’t he? Do I?

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