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When is a Mistake not a Mistake?

Like Alexander Fleming failing to keep his room tidy, William Webb Ellis getting away with handball or Christopher Columbus getting lost on the way to Japan, sometimes we fuck up, but the result turns out to be a kind of victory. Apparently I did this in yesterday’s post. I referred to Salena Godden as a “poetesa” thinking it was the feminine form of poet. It isn’t.

But it doesn’t matter. Why? Well, as you probably already know, poeta just means poet, and is masculine by default despite the -a ending. The equivalent of poetess is poetisa. In English almost nobody says poetess and it sounds a bit antiquated because we’re moving to a world where a job is a job and doesn’t need to change with the gender of the person performing it. Portuguese is a more gendered language generally, and if pens, TVs and hats can have gender, maybe it seems less obvious why gender has to be eliminated in words that refer to people. As a result, poetisa persists and is still used. But even though it is less of an endangered species that poetess is, don’t be surprised if you meet a poetisa who describes herself as uma poeta because why not?

But why is poetesa not a mistake then? I was baffled when I was told it actually sounded better than the right word, so I dug around, and I think it’s because of this. Esa is a suffix from latin which, when used as part of a feminine noun designates status and dignity. Well that’s good then. I don’t really know Salena Godden’s work but I bought a copy of her book Mrs Death Misses Death to read later and she signed it and I’m happy to have accidentally given her a respectful title!

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Chamem O FBI do Coração

Cuca Roseta is coming to play in London soon. It really has been an excellent year for portuguese entertainment here. I’m sure there are a lot of fair-sized towns in Portugal that haven’t had as much choice of big name acts visiting them as we have. Anyway, I’d never heard of her, as far as I remember, but I looked her up and found one of the craziest song titles ever: Call the FBI of the Heart. It’s mid but I thought I’d try and translate it. It didn’t make me like it any more, I’m afraid.

PortuguêsInglês
Tirem-me às palavras o sentido
Se é p’ra ser sonante ao ouvido
Do que é certo ou do que tem mais valor

Tenso assalto aos meus neurónios
De uma espécie rara de demónios
E que ninguém saiba que se chama amor
Take the meaning of my words
If it sounds better to your ear
Of what is right or has more value

Tense assault on my braincells
by a rare kind of demon
And that no-one knows it’s called love
Tirem-me as palavras à cigana
Que de faca e de mão na trama
Saem da boca sem lhe dar a permissão

Eu bem que me tento comedir
Penso em trocá-las ao sair
Mas sou sempre ultrapassada p’la emoção
Take my words from the gypsy
Who, with knife and a hand in the plot
come out of her permission

I’m trying to contain myself
I’m thinking of swapping them on the way out
But I’m always overtaken by emotion
Chamem o FBI do coração
Façam sindicato da paixão
Tragam-mе as algemas para a boca
Estou a ficar louca
Levem-mе para a prisão da Cuca
Call the FBI of the heart
Make a love syndicate
Bring me handcuffs for my mouth
I’m going crazy
Take me to Cuca-prison.
Tirem-me as palavras que desato
Quando chegas perto e eu relato
Digo tudo o que não queria dizer

Venho a mastiga-los pela boca
De uma outra eu que é meia louca
Que faz sempre o que eu não queria fazer
Take my words that I untie
When you get close and I report
I say everything I didn’t want to say

I come to chew them in the mouth
Of another me who’s half crazy
Who always does what I didn’t want to do
Ao meu lado
Dorme a tristeza
Gota a gota dessa vil certeza
De não te poder tirar do coração
At my side
Sadness is sleeping
Drop by drop of this criminal certainty
of not being able to take it from my heart
Chamem o FBI do coração
Façam sindicato da paixão
Tragam-me as algemas para a boca
Estou a ficar louca
Levem-me para a prisão da Cuca
Chamem o FBI
Chamem o FBI
Chamem o FBI
Do coração
Call the FBI of the heart
Make a love syndicate
Take these handcuffs off my mouth
I’m going crazy
Take me to Cuca-prison.
Call the FBI
Call the FBI
Call the FBI
of the heart
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This Book Is Really Kicking My Bum

It’s Atirar Para o Torto by Margarida Vale de Gato. Just about every page brings me a whole crop of obscure vocabulary. It makes it hard to get absorbed in the flow. I underlined the mysterious strangers on this page because there were so many I couldn’t keep track. Some are obvious (“forçosamente”,”desdiz”), others I’d seen before but couldn’t remember (“frincha”) and others are total mysteries (“vesgo”). Outrossim looks like it’s combining ‘outro’ and ‘assim’ but it’s “likewise” (another one like that) rather than what I thought at first: “otherwise” (like something else entirely)

Even the title of the book was a mystery: “Atirar para o torto”. Torto can mean someone who has a physical deformity of some sort – they’re lame or cross-eyed – as in Que Mulher é Essa by A Garota Não, so I wondered in a vague way if she was taking about some sort of persecution of disadvantaged people. That wouldn’t be a great title for a poetry book though. “Para o torto” means something like “wide of the mark”, so if you threw something at me but your aim was way off, you could say you had thrown “para o torto”. So the book means something like “Shooting and Missing”.

Edit – I’ve been re-listening to old episodes of Say It In Portuguese and the word Torto comes up in this episode, so if you want to know more, have a listen.

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A Feel For It

I don’t really know what the rule is here, so was expecting at least one to be knocked back but got them all right first time. I suppose it’s one of those things where reading books just makes it “feel right” in a particular order.

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Licença Poética ou Só Crime?

Having tried to write a sonnet the other day, I felt like trying a different poetic form. The Clerihew is something of a lost art form but I was obsessed with them for a few weeks in about 1998. My Favourite was

The people of Spain think Cervantes
Equal to half-a-dozen Dantes:
An opinion resented most bitterly
By the people of Italy.

And I can’t do a direct translation, so I decided to have a crack at recreating the spirit of the thing in Portuguese. I know some of the words are in a weird order, but I hope I haven’t stretched the grammar too far and it’s allowable within the poetic form…

Camões, segundo os portugueses,
Vale mais, uma dúzia de vezes,
Do que Shakespeare, o que provoca uma exclamação
De qualquer cidadão da minha nação.

I crowdsourced an answer to that question and one of the two respondents replied in the positive at least so I’m calling that a victory. Both suggested I sort out the metre, but Clerihews are allowed to be rambling and uneven so I haven’t even really tried to do that. If you’re curious, you could do worse than check out u/urinaRabugenta’s answer under my post here, for a more professional version. It’s better in every way, especially the second line (which is a real dog s breakfast in my version). The only thing I don’t like about it is rhyming – ção with – dão in the last line. Apart from that, it’s a banger! Notes underneath explain the reason for the changes. It’s good stuff.

I love how the AI has made a sexy Camões with an eyepatch that looks suspiciously like sunglasses
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Continência

Quite a false friend, this. It looks like it ought to mean the ability to hold your pee in, but no, it means a salute.

OK, OK, it means the other thing too, and covers a range of ideas in the general area of self-control, but it also means a salute.

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Cantiga da Burra

Ouvi uma versão desta canção recentemente no canal de David Antunes + the Midnight Band, que é sempre uma fonte de maravilhas e o desempenho neste caso é mesmo esmagador, uma vez que é tocado quase exclusivamente em instrumentos infantis (o vídeo está debaixo da tabela de letras nesta página) O original saiu em 2012 e foi lançado por Sebastião Antunes e Quadrilha. O Sebastião não é um familiar do David apesar de os dois partilharem um sobrenome, mas o David tocou várias vezes a canção ao vivo nos seus próprios espetáculos e o Sebastião até apareceu no canal do David também.

A música teve muito sucesso e (tanto quanto sei) muita gente gosta dela. A versão original é invulgar por incluir uma gaita de foles. O meu pai sabia tocar a gaita de foles escocesa e por isso estou predisposto a gostar a canção apesar de me sentir por outro lado dum abismo cultural de cem milhas de largura.

PortuguêsInglês
Deram-me uma burra
Que era mansa que era brava
Toda bem parecida
Mas a burra não andava
A burra não andava
Nem prá frente nem pra trás
Muito lhe ralhava
Mas eu não era capaz
Eu não era capaz
De fazer a burra andar
Passava do meio dia
E eu a desesperar
E eu a desesperar
Ai que desespero o meu
Falei-lhe no burrico*
E a burra até correu
They gave me a donkey
That was tame and that was wild
Everything seemed fine
But the donkey wouldn’t move
The donkey wouldn’t move
Neither forward nor backward
I yelled at it a lot
But I couldn’t
I couldn’t
Make the donkey move
It was after midday
And I was in despair
And I was in despair
Oh, I was in such despair
I told her about the (male) donkey
And it even started running

*This seems to be disputed. When I first wrote this I copied the lyrics from A Música Portuguesa and it says “falhei-lhe”. It seems like that version appears on quite a lot of pages dotted around the web, but I am reliably informed that the non-h version is the right one, so there you go!

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Como É Linda

Carolina Deslandes is definitely growing on me. Her lyrics seem really well-crafted. Her voice doesn’t have the earth-shattering power of Sara Correia (the last portuguese singer I went to see), but she’s a different kind of singer and her voice works for the kind of music she’s making. I really like this one.

When I found the lyrics I saw they had transcribed it with “luta” in place of “puta”. You can find videos of her singing it that way on Rádio Comercial, but this video is bleeped out and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have bleeped luta, so I’m changing it back to what I think must be the original. Como é Linda a Puta de Vida is the name of a book by Miguel Esteves Cardoso, and I don’t know if she pinched the line from him or if it has older roots.

PortuguêsInglês
Esfolar os joelhos
A achar que sabia voar
Ignorar os conselhos
Que no fim nos iam salvar
Skinning your knees
And finding you don’t know how to fly
Ignoring the advice
That would save us in the end
Ser abandonada
Não ter onde arrumar o amor
Não querer saber de nada
E saber-te ao pormenor
Being abandoned
Not having a place to put love
Not wanting to know anything
And knowing yourself in detail
Como é linda e caótica
A puta da vida, amor
Vê lá bem a nossa sorte
Vê lá bem o nosso azar
Como é linda e caótica
A puta da vida, amor
Viver a fintar a morte
Hoje saímos pra dançar
It’s so beautiful and chaotic
The bitch of life, my love.
Just look at our good luck
Just look at our bad luck
It’s so beautiful and chaotic
The bitch of life, my love.
Living to trick death
Today we’re going out dancing
Partir o coração
Dar razão a quem nos avisou
Uma desilusão
Uma ferida que nunca sarou
Breaking your heart
Proving the people who warned us right
A disappointment
A wound that never healed
Ser traído, chorar
Desatar os nós da garganta
Querer esquecer e lembrar
Quando a saudade é tanta, tanta
Being betrayed, crying
Untying the knots in our throat*
Wanting to forget and remember
When there’s so, so much longing**
Como é linda e caótica
A puta da vida amor
Vê lá bem a nossa sorte
Vê lá bem o nosso azar
Como é linda e caótica
A puta da vida amor
Viver a fintar a morte
Hoje saímos pra dançar
It’s so beautiful and chaotic
The bitch of life, my love.
Just look at our good luck
Just look at our bad luck
It’s so beautiful and chaotic
The bitch of life, my love.
Living to trick death
Today we’re going out dancing

* Um nó da garganta is what english speakers would call “a lump in the throat”, so she’s talking about grief, panic or some other strong emotion

`**Should I even be translating “saudade” at this point?