I changed Siri's language to Spanish.
And she understood me.
I got her to call Corey and to pull up an article on Pablo Neruda.
I love language. I love words. Today, I learned that the Arabic word for "home" is the same word used for "a line of poetry." Doesn't that just make you swoon? I sort of want to eat Arabic with my fingers, it's juices dribbling off my chin.
I'll stick to Spanish for now, though. One new language at a time, right?
I have two goals for learning Spanish.
- I want to be able to translate my own poems into Spanish. And, I don't just mean translate in the Google Translate kind of way. I want to choose my own words to express the ideas I am communicating. I want to contemplate the culture and metaphor.
- I want to read Pablo Neruda in his own language. He's amazing in translation. I cannot imagine the glory of his mother tongue.
My two big goals aren't my goals because of their usefulness. They are my goals because they will show me success. If I can read Spanish poetry and write it myself, I can make the language my own. It can be, as they say in Arabic, my home.