by aengelson | December 14th, 2010
Not to long ago, a friend forwarded a link to an article describing “Twenty Awesomely Untranslatable Words.”
It’s a good list. Of course, these twenty words aren’t literally untranslatable, just that the concept behind each word is complex enough that a single word-for-word translation into English is difficult, if not impossible. I look forward to free sex mlf incorporating some of these into my lexicon, and one of the words, schadenfreude, has already entered English. That’s the strength of the English language and why it’s become the lingua franca around the world–we readily import and adopt words when needed. It’s constantly absorbing and growing, a multicultural language machine that adds new parts and new gears as necessary.
Although website I suspect we won’t be using iktsuarpok any time soon. It’s an Inuit word meaning “going outside to see if anyone is coming.” In the age of e-mail, text messages, social media, and doorbells, that concept probably isn’t in high demand. But I suppose if you live in an igloo without a DSL connection…
Two words on this list have been occupying my mind for a few weeks since I first read this article.
The first is litost, a Czech word. From what I understand, it has to do with feeling misery for someone (or oneself) after feeling a deep sense of empathy. I have a several Czech friends here in Hanoi, and they’ve tried to help me understand it. Milan Kundera, in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, wrote in detail about litost, and came to the conclusion there was no equivalent concept in French or English. He described litost as a feeling agony and torment created by the sudden sight of glorious xxx asians porn store one’s own misery. When you sense an inadequacy in yourself, Kundera wrote, you often begin to lash out at the world or others around you. Litost is often a product of youth or inexperience, although middle age is certainly not immune.
On the topic of middle age, another word on the list that caught my free videos of lesbian porn attention is torschlusspanik, a German word that literally means “gate-closing panic.” It’s the sense one gets in mid-life that opportunities are starting to disappear. It’s the realization that you may not accomplish everything you thought you might do in your life. At 42, that resonates pretty strongly. I suppose torschlusspanik is why I’m here in Hanoi trying to write my first novel, not content to give up on that goal just yet. Mid-life is a difficult but fascinating time. And I’m goaded on by a haiku by the Japanese poet Basho that I first read many years ago, and which seems to gain urgency as time creeps on:
This late in autumn
Still not a butterfly.