«Si tú quisieras, Bacc[á]ra,
contigo me casaría;
daréte en arras y dote
a Córdoba y a Sevilla.»
«Casada soy, rey Trebots,
casada soy, que no viuda;
el Lenox que a mí me tiene
muy grande bien me quería.»
(Abenámar y el rey don Juan)
Oh, what a dismal world!
- The Cali Word Games, plus a Civil War gag from Alfonso Guerra
Lenox, who has been discussing the role (roll-on, roll-off?) of Google Translate in quality public service provision, has passed along this little gem from the wider reaches of linguistic dilettantism – Colombia, where 1,221 medals were cast for the World Games without wasting precious time on letter-checking:
Lost Letters Departments have of course swept the world
- Worst ever Spanish covers of English-language songs?
I haven’t talked to any of the perpetrators, but I have little doubt that the principal cause of what we regard as fucked translation is a misunderstanding as to its function: whereas English-speakers expect to encounter a linguistic resource, the aim of Romance-dialect-speaking businesses, politicians and civil servants in providing English translation is often symbolic …
- Pilot overflows the Atlantic
Juan Manuel Durán y González (Jerez de la Frontera, 1899 – Barcelona, 1926). Aviator of the crew that flew from Seville to Buenos Aires in the aircraft called Plus Ultra, overflowing the Atlantic Ocean with seven stages between January 22, 1926, and February 10, 1926.
- Buy your knives from Quttin, with thoughts on final /g/s and a poem by Ambrose Bierce
The latest pseudo-anglicism to cheer my bedraggled brain comes from a 20-year-old Albacete knife manufacturer. (See also camping, parking, lifting, shampooing, footing, and Wikipedia.) I like the dropped /g/, which interestingly goes against a trend in Andaluz and increasingly in other versions of Spanish to add a terminal /g/ to words previously ending in /n/. …