With my recent dive into the Dao De Jing and the Zhuangzi I’ve been been reminded that some authors are just better at writing in english than others.
Admittedly the goals of these different translations were divergent – some of them are actual translations while others are only renditions.
Not surprisingly however, the books that gave up fidelity to the original text gained the freedom to really write fluently in the new language.
I’m certain the imprimatur of a famous author didn’t hurt my reception of Ursula K. Le Guin’s Tao Te Ching or Thomas Merton’s Chuang Tzu. But then again higher expectations often lead to greater disappointment.
In these two cases, they did not disappoint. Their years of writing for a popular audiences prepared them with the subtle tools to excel in their craft, and it shows.
As an architect who has gone client side, it has been interesting to observe the work of multiple firms. By leaving the practice of actually producing drawings, my sense of what architects should do has sharpened.
The ideas of producing clearly cross referenced drawing sets or making it easy for a client to make a decision are not new concepts. But now that I am on the receiving end of these services, I feel even more strongly about what that work of the architect should be.
Admittedly, I am detached from the day to day contingencies of doing the work, so a little compassion is in order.
But only just a little bit.
Because these expectations are cultural. I’m not asking my consultants anything more than what I expected of myself just a year ago.
You taught me the courage of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after death. With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
I couldn’t help but ask For you to say it all again. I tried to write it down But I could never find a pen. I’d give anything to hear You say it one more time, That the universe was made Just to be seen by my eyes.
excerpt from Saturn, by Sleeping at Last
Maybe I was just in a maudlin mood, but I came across the lyrics and it just hit me hard.
Not so much for me, but as something to tell the kids.
However, I’m not sure I would. Maybe these sentiments are better left unspoken. They see themselves as the center of the world already.
Maybe like sex, drugs, and rock and roll, there will be a time and place for them to learn about this, but not now.
Hopefully I’ll be there to tell them, when it’s time.
You can ask only so much out of this free internet world and we were lucky to be given these little five to ten minute video essays from the perspective of an editor.
I’m not a film buff, but each of those 27 videos were great to watch. Now I gotta figure out what to watch while I take my blood pressure in the mornings.