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Thread poster: two2tango
| | Henry Hinds
Local time: 08:32
English to Spanish
No aflojen jamás. Nuestro trabajo vale oro.
Great poem Enrique, congrats!
Estoy absolutamente petrificado.
Me *vuelve loco* la poesía en este maravilloso inglés arcaico tan hábilmente esgrimido por nuestro querido ingeniero-poeta.
¡Qué bonito regalo! Gracias Enrique,
| Praise from the master! || Feb 22, 2004 |
Jack Doughty wrote:
I'm not sure I could write such a good parody in 16th-century English myself.
Thanks Jack, I am sure you could. You are the master after all!
[Edited at 2004-02-22 14:35]
| That was astounding, Enrique || Feb 23, 2004 |
Lady Macbeth's mini-letter to her husband:
A translator thou art, and a good one
and shalt earn what thou expect
yet do I fear our trade
is too full of the greed of clients
to earn what thou and we deserve.
| Macbeth, act one, scene 2 || Feb 24, 2004 |
Enter Macbeth, drunk and untidy: Lady Macbeth frowns at him.
Spare me your anger, for I’m drunk and late
but the job done with Banquo was much praised!
So fear not, my fair Lady, about our rate,
since our payment was swift, and in fact, raised.
As we came back from many a happy hour
we passed by “Toil & Trouble”, a new outsourcer
(outsorcerer?), and heard a noise much sour:
three females voices singing in disorder...
| Keeping it on || Feb 24, 2004 |
Thy face, my worthy Thane
speaketh of lust and self-indulgence
Thy foul odours betray thy statements.
I pray thee, my Lord:
Pour a ton of coffee unto your throat
and only then speak out truth.
Methought thy pursuit
was clients but not filth
What thou wouldst highly
that wouldst thou holily:
Screw thy devotion to translating
and morn shall find us with wealth plenty.
| Answers Macbeth || Feb 25, 2004 |
I beg to thee, my dear, don’t do me wrong
and never doubt my love belongs to you!
For I heard a job offer in that song.
And had serious business interview!
The women by the cauldron were not fair
and they dressed in a foulish, haggard way.
they smelled like swine, demented was their stare
(I guess today may be their Casual day)
I got the strangest offer this to-night
for an in-house position in our town
The admission seems to imply a bloody fight
but they promise to pay about a Crown!
Methinks they offer’d a me high position
but left unclear how will I start, and when.
The job is mainly Scottish monolingual
But there may be some English in the end.
[Edited at 2004-02-27 02:35]
| Lady Mac may be persuasive... || Feb 25, 2004 |
Nay, nay, nay thou feeble creature
Come thee hither, back to the land of free-lance work
Art thou resigning the sweet potion of liberty, by chance?
The light of day hath seen marvels
at the time of collecting the checks.
Thirty days? Sixty days? What's the rub?"
| And much future blood is averted... || Feb 26, 2004 |
They talk of moving forests (are they crazy?)
They ask for a CUT tool (may be my sword?)
Their place is rather filthy, they look messy
and seem to have no entry in the Blue Board
I made my mind, thou broughtest me good sense:
Let Duncan keep his crown, lets sing and dance!
Let the Bard find ambition somewhere else
I’ll remain with my Lady as a freelance!
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