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Unlike a work of literature, translation does not find itself in the center of the language forest, but on the outside facing the wooded ridge; it calls into it without entering, aiming at that single spot where the echo is able to give, in its own language, the reverberation of the work in the alien one.
-Walter Benjamin, "The Task of the Translator"
Since the first time I saw it, the landscape of the southwest United States has seemed to me a place that unhinges ordinary response. First, heat and red earth and derelict gas pumps. Then citadels of rock and high adobe villages as old as Chartres-geological and human history, along with the occasional dinosaur track. I am now, as I was then, looking for a way to translate it-to enter its strange silent forest, to call into it from the wooded ridge of the future, as I was then from the isolation of an automobile. Benjamin says that translation expresses a hidden relationship, which is what I am looking for, but there's something a little sad about being on the outside of things, looking for the single spot from which to call.
That long ago morning I had been up early, eager to be off, to begin the great work of New Mexico. My cotranslator had had a different idea. We quarreled. Wretched, angry, I left the little rented casita and walked across crumbly dry road down to the river-the Rio Grande, as it happened, but not in its grandest guise. Not at all the powerful river dividing the promised land of the United States from the poverty of its southern neighbors. No political or scenic drama; just a fast flowing bit of brown water beside a mound of hard, parched earth, with mountains in the distance. An ordinary corner of the story: sun and hurrying water.
A little water animal swam suddenly, very fast, around a bit of island in the stream. Then again only the flowing water and the weeds and the light on the hills. Suddenly again it rushed out, grabbed a mouthful of grass and, holding it up to stay dry, was gone. Time passed. The sun grew warmer. A big fish moved slowly just under the surface...