Sunday, December 23, 2012

The Translator's Psalm


The WORD is my compass; I am not lost.

 It inspireth pastoral contemplation;  it stilleth my mind's unruly waters.

 Words restore my tired soul: they lead me through the stacks of the library for a term's sake.

 Yea, though I tap the keyboard in the shadow of Google, I will fear no machine: for words are in me; their rhythm and logic comfort me.

 I prepare special terminology in the interests of understanding and anoint my keyboard with tea; my cup runneth over.

 Surely words without MT shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell with books and good words in abundance.

Posted by Kevin Lossner at 2:02 AM

3 comments:

  1. I couldn't agree more. But: http://dan.tobias.name/frivolity/archaic-grammar.html

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  2. Indeed. Years ago I used to know that stuff, but as arteries harden... ah well, more to occupy myself with over the holidays :-)

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  3. 23rd Psalm? It is my favorite.
    Regards,
    Dondu N. Raghavan

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