O Literary Rambles, o Evenkia, o mi cuenta de Facebook va a dejar de existir, en el peor de los casos, dentro de poco.
En el mejor de los casos, sólo me van a quitar los posts/las imágenes que ofenden a los derechos de autor.
Quien avisa no es traidora...
In El semen de los ahorcados, to be more precise its play-within-the-fic The Year of Great Medlars, the young and queer tragic hero, Dauphin Francis (played by Courfeyrac), wears a golden, heart-shaped locket for half of the play. The real locket is at the British Museum, and he wears a really realistic replica:
The locket, of solid gold inlaid with pearl and rubies (the original; what we see on stage is only a replica), and what happens to it, are central to the play: it highlights both his fear of commitment and the vagaries of fortune.
On both sides, the locket has the word toujours, "forever," in inlaid ruby letters. The obverse (front) side has the Tudor Rose and the Granada (pomegranate) of the Catholic Royals growing on entwining bushes, while the reverse side has the initials H (for Henry VIII) and K (for Katherine of Aragón) tied together with a Gordian knot - the symbols of the Dauphin's future in-laws; he is betrothed to the future Bloody Mary.
The teenage crown prince of France is supposed to wear the locket for at least one month, and then cut a lock of his dark hair and place it inside the locket, which will be shipped to England as confirmation of the betrothal... Francis and Mary were already betrothed as infants in the cradle, but he is afraid of commitment and he has discovered that he prefers men to women (sexually). So he refuses to place the lock of his hair inside, but wears the locket at court, to keep up appearances. Then, suddenly, the betrothal is annulled (due to Mary's parents' divorce and her being declared a bastard, unfit to marry a crown prince), and the empty locket is shipped back to England... The conversation that comes after is what it all hinges upon:
FRANCIS (Courfeyrac): I can't believe I've got such good luck! That bloody Mary is now declared a bastard, unfit to tie the knot with me! Toujours my arse (pardon my French)!
SEBASTIAN (Combeferre): Really? How come, Your Grace?
FRANCIS: Her Papa just divorced and remarried that court lady, what's her name, Anne Boleyn; and her mother now lives as a nun in a convent. So Mary is a bastard now, they're expecting a male heir instead...
SEBASTIAN: You're not wearing the locket...
FRANCIS: As soon as I heard the news, I had it shipped back to England. Empty, without a lock of my hair inside. You see, she was totally unfit... No matter how many languages she speaks, or how well she plays the harpsichord, or if she has been educated by Lluís Vives himself; I don't care at all! That portrait of her I saw was pretty scary, with that flaming red hair and those piercing eyes... but now I've thought of something that you must listen to.
SEBASTIAN: I'm all ears. What have you thought of, Your Grace?
FRANCIS: Until right now, I was completely carefree. I had endless freedom and no one, no king or courtiers, to hold me back. But being completely carefree just meant that there was no one to care FOR, and no one who cares FOR YOU. All I've found myself wanting to do... was to be by your side, to tell you about all of it... Every detail, every curiosity... I want to share all of it with my favourite person. So I found myself coming back to you more and more often. I am no longer afraid of commitment, for I have found someone I can commit to, finally...
SEBASTIAN: And that means?
FRANCIS: It was very unlike me. For the first time in forever, I want to stay in one place. Have someone to come home to, someone who can quench my thirst. Not only for drink, but also that thirst for something I have always been missing.
SEBASTIAN: For love?
FRANCIS: Love? Maybe, even if love between two men is forbidden and star-crossed. We'll disguise it as friendship between a prince and his secretary/squire/cupbearer. The court and the army will only see two good friends... You could use my help more than ever; and I am happy to oblige you!
SEBASTIAN: Why?
FRANCIS: You manage your responsibilities, and I contribute mine. We get along splendidly. We're two halves of a whole, you're the ice to my fire, the part of me that I have always missed... So much talking has put a tickle in my throat, couldn't you pour me a cordial on the rocks?
SEBASTIAN: Now I am the one who is happy to oblige you! (He leaves and then returns with a carafe of cordial on ice and two glasses, which he pours to the dauphin and to himself. Francis drains his glass at one gulp, while Sebastian only sips). You should not drink so quickly, Your Grace; you will catch a cold.
FRANCIS: But my throat was on fire! I'll remember it for the next time. By the way... What do you put in that cordial that makes it taste so good?
SEBASTIAN: Ice from the Alps... and it's infused with cinnamon, ginger, cardamom, and elder flowers. And a huge dash of sugar! But what counts the most is the secret ingredient: it's made above all with love. I always think of you and of how much you will enjoy both the coolness and the taste, as I make all my cordials.
FRANCIS: And now I am thirsty for something more... can you embrace this poor sinner and kiss his lips, until his thirst is quenched?
SEBASTIAN: I am once more happy to oblige. (Both hide behind a pillar, embrace, and kiss passionately).
Autores como J.K. Rowling y R.R. Martin en la actualidad exaltan la buena mesa en sus festines de Hogwarts, Poniente y otros mundos de fantasía... pero, si yo tuviera que elegir un festín literario, UNO SOLO, me decantaría por el que celebraron los nuevos ricos Trimalción y Fortunata (él, esclavo liberto metido a tesorero del César; ella, antigua "mujer de la noche") en su mojo dojo villa domus de Pompeya, según el Satiricón de Petronio.
Adjunto el menú. Como puede verse, la cena fue todo un show: lleno de trampantojos y de servicios de mesa teatrales. Porque entre los privilegiados de la Roma imperial, también se comía con los ojos...
MENÚ DE LA TARDE NOCHE
EN CASA DE TRIMALCIÓN Y DE FORTUNATA
VIII DE AUGUSTUS, DE LCXXVI
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ENTRANTES
Longanizas asadas en parrilla de plata, con "ascuas" de pulpa de ciruela
Lirones (sí, roedores) rebozados en miel y semillas de amapola
Huevos de pasta carbonara (con la "clara" de masa de pasta, rellenos con huevo a la panceta y a la pimienta negra), incubados por una gallina de hojaldre (también comestible) que "bate las alas" con un ingenioso mecanismo
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PLATO ZODIACAL (EN UNA MESA REDONDA DECORADA CON EL ZODIACO OCCIDENTAL, PODÉIS PROBAR LAS TAPAS DE VUESTRO SIGNO Y ASCENDENTE)
Para Aries: pinchos de cordero con hummus de garbanzos arietinos
Para Tauro: chuletón de vaca gallega
Para Géminis: vísceras dobles (asaduras / pulmones, riñones y testículos)
Para Cáncer: centollo relleno en corona de flores comestibles
Para Leo: higos chumbos y frutas tropicales
Para Virgo: útero de cerdita virgen (un manjar exquisito)
Para Libra: balanza con macarons en un platillo y tartaletas de queso en el otro
Para Escorpio: rascacio / pez escorpión (con su veneno)
Para Sagitario: estofado de conejo con caracoles en su jugo
Para Capricornio: langosta marina a la termidor
Para Acuario: pato lacado
Para Piscis: salmonete a la plancha
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MÁS ENTRANTES
"Conegasos" (conejos con alas de ave, con las plumas pegadas con miel simulando alas de pegaso) descenderán del techo
Fortaleza de masa quebrada llena de pezones de cerda, con el foso lleno de garum (salsa de pescado) y boquerones que "nadan"
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EL PLATO FUERTE
Cerdo de Troya: verraco asado relleno de toda clase de embutidos (morcilla, chorizo, longaniza, etc.) y tocado con un yelmo troyano (que es igual de comestible que el verraco y los embutidos). Carpus, nuestro escudero trinchador, destripará y trinchará al cerdo a la señal de "Carpe, carpe!" (¡Carpus, trincha!)
Pato de Troya: también tocado con un yelmo troyano comestible, asado y relleno de huevos duros de pato. También Carpus lo trinchará a la señal de "Carpe, carpe!"
Chuletas de oso pardo
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POSTRE
Cesta de frutas comestible al azafrán: cesta de hojaldre llena de frutas confitadas. Tanto la cesta como su relleno están emborrachados con agua de azafrán. La cesta descenderá también del techo, y al estrujar las frutas os rezumará agua de azafrán, poniendo a los comensales las manos amarillas
Manzanas al horno simulando erizos, con púas de lascas de almendra
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BEBIDAS
Vino de Falerno opimiano de C años de antigüedad, a rebajar con más o menos agua a gusto de los comensales. Escanciado por nuestros apuestos y efébicos coperos.
Vino a la miel con especias de Oriente
Hidromiel de Germania
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ENTRETENIMIENTO (Ya que el festín se prolongará hasta horas intempestivas de la noche):
Los mejores chistes verdes de nuestro repertorio
Entrega de regalos del amigo invisible, todos artículos de broma
Poemas de Safo, de Anacreonte y de Cátulo (incluyendo el consabido "Lesbia mea!")
Anécdotas sobrenaturales de fantasmas, licántropos, duendes, brujerías...
Anécdotas de la vida de los dueños de la casa
La Guerra de Troya narrada por nuestro experto en historia militar
Horóscopos para el mes de Augustus, para todos los signos zodiacales
Torneo de juegos: damas, tres en raya, dados y cótabo (lanzamiento del último sorbo de la copa)
Bailarinas de la cuerda floja actuarán en nuestro impluvium
Nuestros acróbatas pasarán por un aro en llamas, también en el impluvium
Mozas gaditanas bailarán al son de las castañuelas, contoneando las caderas
Nuestros efebos os ungirán los pies con aceite de lavanda, agua de rosas o de azahar (a gusto de los comensales)
Arrumacos y mimitos con nuestros coperos (y con Carpus, si os gustan más mazados)
et caetera, et caetera, et caetera...
More El semen de los ahorcados filks! This one is from Book I, when the cast are "fourthies" and Javert becomes temporarily headmaster and induces apartheid between the Houses - this is when they start AS-SORTED and get the ball rolling, revolutionarywise!
REVOLTING CHILDREN
JEHAN PROUVAIRE:
Woah!
Never again will he get the best of me!
Never again will they take away my freedom
and we won't forget the day we fought
for the right to be a little bit naughty!
Never again
will that bloody door slam!
Never again
will I be bullied, and
Never again
will I doubt it
when my mummy says I'm a miracle!
NEVER AGAIN!!
[ALL MEMBERS OF AS-SORTED]
Never again will we live behind bars!
Never again now that we know
We are!
We are revolting children
living in rеvolting times
and we sing revolting songs
using rеvolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
till our revolting's done
And we'll have Javert soon bolting
we're revolting!
[BAHOREL]
We will become a screaming horde!
[ÉPONINE]
Take out your Quidditch bat, and use it as a sword!
[COURFEYRAC]
Never again will we be ignored!
[GRANTAIRE]
We'll find out where the chalk is stored
and draw rude pictures on the board!
[ENJOLRAS]
It's not insulting!
[ALL MEMBERS OF AS-SORTED]
We're revolting!
We can S-P-L how we like!
If enough of us are wrong
Wrong is right!
Everyone! A little N-O-R-TY! Y?
Cause we're a little bit naughty!
You say we oughta stay inside the line
If we disobey at the same time
There is nothing that Javert then can do!
[GRANTAIRE]
He can take that truncheon and S-H-UV...!
[ALL HOGWARTS STUDENTS]
You mighta' thought we were weak but we're strong
You mighta' thought you were right but you're wrong
because you finally pushed us too far
but there's no going back now 'cause we R...
[EVERYONE]
R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N
[ENJOLRAS] (Revolting times!)
[EVERYONE]
We'll S-I-N-G
[COMBEFERRE] (Songs!)
[EVERYONE]
U S-I-N-G...
[COURFEYRAC] (Rhymes!)
[EVERYONE]
[ALL HOGWARTS STUDENTS]
We'll be R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G
It is 2-L-8-4-U we R -E-volting!
We are revolting children
Living in revolting times
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
'Til our revolting's done
It is 2 L-8 4 U
4-U
4-U
4-U
4-U!
We are revolting children
Living in revolting times
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
'Til our revolting's done
It is 2 L8 4 U
we
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SEREMOS REVOLTOSOS
JEHAN PROUVAIRE:
Woh oh woh oh woh...
Nunca jamás me van ellos a exprimir...
Nunca jamás nos van a cortar las alas...
y nunca olvidaremos el día en que luchamos
por ser algo traviesos...
Nunca jamás las puertas se cerrarán,
nunca jamás sufriré bullying y
nunca jamás dudaré de que mi mami dice
que un milagro soy
¡NUNCA JAMÁS!
[TODO AS-SORTED]
Nunca jamás nos encarcelarán,
nunca jamás, ¡sabemos cómo esto irá!
Seremos revoltosos,
en tiempos revueltos que hay
y los versos que cantar
perversos hoy serán...
Seremos revoltosos
hasta el feliz final:
y Javert se irá a la porra,
¡revoltosos!
BAHOREL:
¡Una horda de hunos y pasión!
ÉPONINE:
¡De tu bate de quidditch haz un espadón!
COURFEYRAC:
Nunca jamás nos ignorarán
GRANTAIRE:
La tiza vamos a buscar
para un dibujo muy vulgar
ENJOLRAS:
No es un insulto
TODO AS-SORTED:
¡Revoltosos!
Como quieras puedes D-L-trear,
no nos podemos nada equivocar,
everyone a little N-O-R-TY, Y?
Porque somos algo traviesos
Dices que en tus moldes vamos a encajar,
pero si cruzamos la línea al compás
no hay nada que Javert pueda hacer
GRANTAIRE:
¡Que se meta el garrote ese por el orto!
TODO HOGWARTS:
Te creías que somos débiles, ¡no!
Te creías que tenías razón
Nos has puesto ya a mucha presión
no volvemos atrás 'cause we are
R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N
ENJOLRAS: ¡Tiempos revueltos!
TODO HOGWARTS:
We S-I-N-G
COMBEFERRE: ¡Versos!
TODO HOGWARTS:
U S-I-N-G
COURFEYRAC: ¡Perversos!
TODO HOGWARTS:
We'll be R-E-V-O-LT-I-N-G
It is 2 L8 4U, sí ¡revoltosos!
Seremos revoltosos,
en tiempos revueltos que hay
y los versos que cantar
perversos hoy serán...
Seremos revoltosos
hasta el feliz final:
It is 2 L8 4U
4U!
4U!
4U!
4U!
Seremos revoltosos,
en tiempos revueltos que hay
y los versos que cantar
perversos hoy serán...
Seremos revoltosos
hasta el feliz final:
It is 2 L8 4U
Sí, ¡revoltosos!
I can't stop harping on on how Vento Aureo has much in common with Les Mis (in canon), Passione with the Friends of the ABC, and Giorno Giovanna, a blond, good-looking, and idealistic leader who wants to change the world and make justice, with Enjolras. And in my fan-made AUs, the references just reiterate the parallels. Especially in El semen de los ahorcados.
"I, Paragon Enjolras, have a dream" (and the core members of AS-SORTED doing the Torture Dance) to La Squadra Esecuzioni being anti-villains in the UK Starforce Auror gaiden (and in As the Luck Would Have It, the Toll AU).
During the pandemic, I came across One Cartoonist's Dream, a YouTube channel that makes filk song videos about JJBA, with hero song and villain song fics for every Part up to Steel Ball Run. As I listened recently to the Vento Aureo songs (versions of Go the Distance for the heroes and Kill the Beast for the villains), it clicked that these should be filks for the grand finale of El semen de los ahorcados, the one where everyone except Marius and Cosette (and a few others) dies.
ONE HOGWARTS STUDENT'S DREAM (SEEDVERSE FILKS)
SEE THE SUNRISE (HERO SIDE)
(Stanza 1)
GRANTAIRE:
I was as if dead,
I had quite the fright,
then once more, in my life,
I have seen the light...
ENJOLRAS:
I have got a dream,
that like gold shines on and on,
and I solemnly swear
a new day will dawn!
(Refrain 1)
ENJOLRAS
And it will come true,
I can see the sunrise,
COMBEFERRE:
Everything you did
earns my sure respect...
COURFEYRAC:
Looking at the road,
long and winding road ahead,
EVERYONE:
It's the future that we will bring
when tomorrow comes...
(Stanza 2)
COURFEYRAC:
Gather up your guts,
clear yourself a way,
through the deepest darkness
and the darkest wastes...
ENJOLRAS:
My resolve and dreams
show us all our way,
paths illuminated...
the sun won't lead us astray!
(Refrain 2)
GRANTAIRE:
And it's all all right,
I can see the sunrise,
GAVROCHE:
I am going too,
I won't abandon you!
JEHANNE PROUVAIRE:
I have followed through
and my will is true
EVERYONE:
This must be the reason
for which we all were born!
(Bridge)
GRANTAIRE:
Now I choose the path of suffering, the martyrdom ahead
right now, a sleeping zombie rears his head...
(Spoken): I did what I thought was right.
I have no regrets at all.
In spite of the ways of the world,
I want to walk the path I believe in...
ENJOLRAS:
(Spoken): With the legacy inherited from our ancestors,
we must keep moving forwards!
This sword... will make a new dawn rise!
(Refrain 3)
ENJOLRAS
(Sung) My inheritance...
We can see the sunrise
Now we must embrace
bringing truths to the light...
EVERYONE:
Blowing in our souls,
transcending our roles,
there's a shining sunrise
that will rise when tomorrow comes!
(Coda)
ÉPONINE:
Blowing in my soul,
in that empty hole...
there's a shining sunrise
that will rise when tomorrow comes!
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OVERLORD (VILLAIN SIDE)
(Prelude - before the storming of Hogwarts)
MONTPARNASSE:
(Spoken) Your Lordship, you should have your way, as usual. You deserve it...
DE SATIGNY:
(Spoken) I can feel a connection to that stripling... he's coming nearer and nearer!
Soon he will be at my feet, and bend the knee before me!
I can almost hear his footsteps!
MONTPARNASSE:
No way!
DE SATIGNY:
(Spoken) We can't rest until that lad is safely in my grasp!
We'll wipe them all out and capture Enjolras alive!
XENIADES CLUB (everyone)
YES, SER!
(Act I)
PRINCE ORLOVSKY:
We'll exterminate them all!
LORD HENRY:
Don't fire till they close in on!
GUNNAR MALSTRÖM:
Give me all of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade
to experiment upon!
COUNTESS CAGLIOSTRO:
Everyone already falters,
who'll come out victorious?
MONTPARNASSE:
We!
DE SATIGNY:´
I am standing on the summit,
follow Jean de Satigny!
(Act II)
DE SATIGNY:
Through the streets in the dark,
a mysterious cloaked figure
moving forth while they're concealing their true self...
MONTPARNASSE:
By the leader's right side,
I'll go where AS-SORTED gather,
and I stay calm and serene like a light elf...
I can feel his life ebb for the poison,
and his eyes only see what ain't right...
Hear the phones in the night,
see their screens burning bright
with blue light...
(Interlude I. The Xeniades Club have captured Grantaire)
MONTPARNASSE:
(Spoken): Don't you dare play with me!
GRANTAIRE:
Are you there? Is that you?
DE SATIGNY:
Grantaire is already as dead as a dodo.
Let me show you the way like this!
GRANTAIRE:
You got here safely...
DE SATIGNY:
Surely Lady Alistair is sensing me!
LADY ALISTAIR:
I don't know where my husband is.
DE SATIGNY:
What is the goal of AS-SORTED?
'Parnasse, please guard this hostage!
MONTPARNASSE:
YES, SER!
(Act II)
MONTPARNASSE:
Overcome the ordeal,
MONTPARNASSE + DE SATIGNY (unison):
Was victorious in my salad days,
the golden stripling is of this the source...
DE SATIGNY:
Climbing up spiral stairs
without feeling any vertigo,
to send you all to Tartarus, of course!
(He drains the potion phial.)
I can feel power rise in my system,
it increases and burns in my veins,
overcoming the past,
for a dream that will last,
on a quest for Enjolras...
AS-SORTED (EVERYONE):
(Spoken) What kind of person are you?
And what are you changing into?
DE SATIGNY:
Changing into someone
who is stronger, better-looking,
everyone cannot help be afraid of me...
This is your requiem,
I feel the potion's power,
brace yourselves for Ragnarök...
This is the end!
(Interlude II.)
DE SATIGNY (in his biblically-accurate camp gay fallen angel form);
(Spoken) Ten times on the inside what I am on the outside...
Ten times on the outside what I am on the inside...
LORD HENRY:
There are a few droplets left! (Picks up the phial and drinks the few droplets that remained).
LADY ALISTAIR:
Sweetie? Is that you? Do you recognise me?
There's no escape, AS-SORTED are coming!
(LORD HENRY transforms also into a camp gay fallen angel, but with cyan plumage instead of magenta)
DE SATIGNY:
You have made these fallen angels quite irate!
LORD HENRY:
Full of sound and fury!
GRANTAIRE:
The best thing for me is to retreat... There's no place for me here!
And the Moon will soon be full!
COURFEYRAC, ENJOLRAS (wands and swords ready):
Will you honour me with this dance??
(The two no-longer Muggle fallen angels draw steel as well)
DE SATIGNY:
If we flee the scene, we'll lose our pride!
(Finale)
DE SATIGNY:
Can't retreat! Must advance!
Qualifying for controlling,
to be the chosen one who quaffed this draught...
I'm the camp overlord,
who at heart not changed the slightest,
I, Count Jean de Satigny,
the overlord!
MOOKS:
OVERLORD!
OVERLORD!
OVERLORD!
ENJOLRAS + COURFEYRAC (unison):
AVADA KEDAVRA!!!
(Enj kills de Satigny and Courf kills Lord Henry. All the Xeniades mooks retreat, while the two revolutionaries stand in shock. As the fallen angels die, both aristocrats regain their human forms)
För det första, jag kommer att använda de litterära internationella termerna. Vers istället för rad och strof istället för vers, så att det inte förväxlas.
J'accuse (jag anklagar) FRED ÅKERSTRÖM och STIG OLIN för TEXTFÖRRÄDERI. Båda två av de anklagade är, som väldigt många textöversättare / lyriköversättare, däribland undertecknad och åklagaren Sandra Dermark, ÄVEN textförfattare / lyricister.
Enligt Alexander Katourgi i kapiteln om lyriköversättning "Låt oss en sång tillsammans skriva" i Svenskan går bananer, det ska vara lika många stavelser som i originalet och de betonade stavelserna ska ligga på samma ställen. Både herr Åkerström och herr Olin är väldigt erfarna både som lyricister och som textöversättare, men dessa misstag ligger högt upp på åklagarens svarta lista av "översättningsankor", på delad förstaplats.
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Herr Åkerström bör först stiga upp till estraden för att försvara sin felöversättning av "like an eager Christmas child" i Jag ger dig min morgon.
Sångtexter måste vara på vers eftersom de kan inte existera utan musik. Engelskans lyrics är kognat (dvs släkt på annat språk) med svenskans lyrik och båda kommer från lyra, ett stränginstrument. Orden MÅSTE alltså följa ett versmått som finns i melodin med sina takter, toner, höjdpunkter, lågpunkter och pauser, och rätta sig efter dessa. Vilket gör att musiken och versmåttet kommer före meningen med orden i de flesta översättningar av sångtexter som är till för att sjungas. Däribland gammaldags operor (på 1800-talet), tecknade musicalfilmer (tänk Disney och dylikt) och insatserna av trubadurer som Povel Ramel, Cornelis Vreeswijk och Fred Åkerström, med vilka jag först hade närkontakt som åttaåring.
Först som universitetsstudent som läste just till översättare lärde jag mig att Jag ger dig min morgon är en översättning från engelskan av Tom Paxton, I Give You The Morning. Men det finns en liknelse hos Paxton som Åkerström inte tolkar bokstavligen. Där Paxton har:
Like an eager Christmas child...
har Åkerström översatt:
Som ett rastlöst barn om våren...
(Istället för:
Som ett ivrigt barn om julen...)
Han tolkar "eager" som "rastlöst" och "Christmas" som "om våren," även om:
1. Vi alla vet och förväntar hur små barn ska bete sig juletid i vilken västerländsk kultur som helst.
2. Jul firas över hela västvärlden som barnfest sedan den viktorianska tiden.
3. Det finns lika många stavelser och samma betoning i "IV-rigt" och "RAST-löst". Dito med "om JU-len" och "om VÅ-ren". En bokstavlig översättning av liknelsen skulle passa likadant med samma resår i melodin, som att ta på sig ett par skor eller ett klädesplagg i samma storlek men annan färg.
Värför, Åkerström?
Peter Mosskins biografi av ovansagde trubadur säger:
"Våren, den som Karin Boye beskriver med orden 'visst gör det ont när knoppar brister'. När Fred sjunger 'som ett rastlöst barn om våren dagen kommer' anas smärtan, sårbarheten. Han är en rastlös person".
Vi brukar förknippa överaktiva små barn och deras känslor med glädje, med hopp. Mosskin anar annorlunda. I Spanien, som född och fostrad medelhavsbo, känner jag dessutom till en vår, "primavera", som liknar mest av allt en nordisk tidigsommar. För mig är allt det här ironi på ett högt plan. Översättaren-trubaduren Åkerström har färgat liknelsen med sina egna känslor.
På universitetet lärde jag mig ett franskt talesätt; att det finns översättningar som är som vissa damer, vackra men svekfulla. Flera tolkningar av sångtexter, som Vreeswijks Jag hade en gång en båt (ursprungligen folkvisan Sloop John B) och Jag ger dig min morgon (för att ge ett exempel: originalet rimmar i de två första verserna "shoulder" på "the sun grows bolder"; Åkerström behåller första versslutet på "skuldra" och rimmar på "syns solen som en huldra", dvs ett skogsrå), tillhör denna kategori. Men det är nöden att anpassa sig till musikens prokrustesbädd i första hand som gjort dem till otrogna skönheter. I andra hand är det trubadurens hjärta, om översättaren är en trubadur, som kan förändra det som ej behövde förändras, till exempel omvandla iver till rastlöshet och julen till våren...
PS. Det finns en annan, mindre känd försvenskning av Jag ger dig min morgon, översatt av Owe Junsjö. Den finns i Pierre Ström-albumet I vädurens tecken. Hur tolkar den liknelsen?
Som ett ivrigt litet barn...
Rätt adjektiv, men inga hänvisningar till årstid.
Ändå är det Åkerströms mer personligt färgade och "vackra otrogna" tolkning som har förmörkat Junsjös som står närmare den engelskspråkiga förlagan. Först just nu som trettioåring lyssnar jag på Owe Junsjö-Pierre Ström-versionen och måste inse att det är synd att det är så få som känner till den fast den är mycket trognare Paxton.
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Herr Olin må nu stiga fram till estraden för att försvara sin översättning av "Sandmann, lieber Sandmann" eller "Sömnen kommer med John Blund". Versen (på lyriskt fackspråk) eller raden (på vardaglig svenska) i fråga låter så här i originalet:
Ehe jedes Kind ins Bettchen muss,
dvs.
Innan alla små barn måste gå i säng,
Och herr Stig Olins översättning låter så här:
Efter dagen blir man ganska trött
istället för
Innan alla små barn måste gå i säng (som också passar samma versmått - INN-an ALL-a små BARN MÅS-te GÅ i SÄNG). Men versen före slutade på -ött, och svensk lyrik kräver perfekta slutrim (jfr. i Herodes sång "Turn my water into wine!" som "Gör mitt vatten till MOËT!" för att förra versen slutade med -ett).
Ändå kommer versen på åklagarens svarta lista som delad etta med herr Åkerströms rastlösa barn om våren och båda gör henne lika arga. Värför? Hon har ADHD och som liten var hon det där ivriga, rastlösa barnet året runt. Hon var inte den sortens barn som blir ganska trött efter dagen, och nu som vuxen, fast hon tar sin medicinering, är hon samma person när hon har druckit koffein. Våran åklagare är inte den enda personen på jorden om har så mycket energi om kvällen och natten.
VI FINNER DE ANKLAGADE: SKYLDIGA! Både herr Åkerström och herr Olin kunde ha översatt dessa rader bättre!
