EthicalDative

Luis de Góngora y Argote by Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez, Google_Art_Project

It’s said a sure way to lose friends is to correct their grammar. A man of few friends already, I would be radically friendless if I piped up every time I heard or read “lay” used for “lie.”

I’ve told my dog Bess more than once that “lay” needs a direct object and an adverbial phrase: You “lay” <something> <somewhere>: the book on the table, the knife down, the fork on the left. When I “lay me down to sleep,” I’m not “laying” down to sleep, I’m reflexively laying an object called “me” down to sleep. Otherwise I “lie” down to sleep. “Lie” can take an adverb but not a direct object. I can lie down, lie quietly, or lie like a dog (the verb has different meanings), but I can’t “lie” the book, the knife or the fork anywhere.

Etc., etc. Bess stares at me attentively but I don’t think she cares. As who should?

Substituting “grammar” for “poetry” in the following passage from Auden’s elegy to Yeats drives home a certain perspective:

For *grammar* makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.

A mouth, indeed, as in “He has a mouth on him!” Nevertheless, I hold certain periodicals to higher standards than others, and so from my ranch of isolation I grieve busily if ineffectually over a passage such as the following:

Also that year, Ms. Leigh had a solo exhibition at the Hammer. “Her approach to social practice — which insists that institutions expand their purview to create more space for a diversity of representations of black women,” said Ann Philbin, the museum’s director, “have encouraged museums to be more attentive to the needs of these audiences.” (Robin Pogrebin and Hilairie M. Sheets, “An Artist Ascendant: Simone Leigh Moves Into the Mainstream,” NYTimes, 8-29-18)

Because of her lengthy intercalation, rife with plurals, Ms. Philbin simply lost track of the singular subject of her sentence: “approach.” It happens, especially under deadlines. (The article was last updated at 3 AM Central Time, which is the middle of the night on my clock.) If I were an editor at the Times, I would at least have inserted “[sic]” after “have,” or else replaced it with “[has].”

The deal breaker on “lie” is that its past tense is “lay”: Yesterday at 3 pm I lay down and took a good nap. English has dealt us a bum hand with this verb. In a related matter, I told a colleague I was late for work because I got waylaid as I left home. He said he hoped it was way good.

[Copyright (c) 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.]

Saint Jerome, patron saint of translators, by Bellini

A Prayer for My Daughter by W. B. Yeats
(Spanish translation by James Mansfield Nichols)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/14635/a-prayer-for-my-daughter

A Prayer for My Daughter (5)

In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift, but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful.
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty’s very self, has charm made wise;
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

Una Oración para mi Hija (5)

Quisiera que ella aprenda sobre todo la cortesía;
Los corazones no son regalados sino ganados
Por aquéllas que no sean del todo bellas.
A muchos que han hecho el tonto
Por la belleza en sí, la gracia ha hecho sabio.
Y tanto pobre hay que ha recorrido mundo,
Sentido amor y pensado que era amado,
Que de una bondad alegre no puede quitar la mirada.

[Copyright (c) 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.]