LO-LI-TA BLIND.

My recent post on blind translations has inspired a blog dedicated to retranslating the Spanish translation of Lolita into English, blind. It starts:

Lolita Lou, stay my vitals, forgo them strangers. Oh my peccadillo, ah my white. Lo-li-ta: the poon-tardy lollygagger by way of the Jedi, able ho hasty pussy on the terse dented boards: Lo. Li. Ta.
Here Lo, sensual-mental Lo, poor lamental Lo Aucoin, does stab derecho with her metered-oak wintry-chawed stature. Sober and pine for Daddy, and call Satan. Here’s Lo Aucoin leaving applestains on pants, here’s Dolly to scale, here’s Dolores Aucoin firmbaby.

Fun!

Comments

  1. I think even Nabokov would appreciate the beauty and phrasing of
    “the poon-tardy lollygagger ”
    Magnificent!

  2. In a similar vein, here’s a blog (http://tamiltransliterations.blogspot.com/) that does blind transliterations of Tamil proverbs.

  3. riverrun, past Eve and Adams, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth, Castle and Environs.

  4. The result is strikingly similar to a schizophrenic’s word salad. I’m met people who have talked like this with no poetic ambitions.

  5. How horrible.

  6. James Crippen says:

    Rather good!

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