24 November 2008

The World According to Me

It's about 7 AM and we're in the Pittsburgh airport, getting ready to fly to Denver, on our way to Albuquerque. It's early. It's dark.

Last night my friend Scott sent me this page, a beautiful map of England, called "An Etymologist's View of the World." I've never seen, ever, a map of the world as I understand it. But indeed, this is what it looks like to me. London? Hillfort. Dublin? Black Pool. I translate the names of the world constantly.

Though as we know from Brian Friel, sometimes "it can happen that a civilization can be imprisoned in a linguistic contour which no longer matches the landscape of ... fact."

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