Canaan Morse

translator, interpreter

Haidian District, Beijing, China

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Canaan Morse began translating literature in the fall of 2006, when he translated and prefaced Wang Shuo's novella The Stewardess for his senior thesis at Colby College in Maine. Immediately after graduation, he returned to Beijing to spend another year in school-two semesters of intensive Chinese at the Inter-University Program for Chinese Studies at Tsinghua, where he first seriously took up Classical Chinese and May Fourth literature as subjects for appreciation, study and translation. He currently resides in Beijing, China.

Translations:

Wang Shuo, The Stewardess (unpublished)
The Tale of Lady Ren 任氏传
He Qifang, Painting Dreams

Publications:
He Qifang, Elegy, published in The Kenyon Review, Summer 2010
He Qifang, Streets, The Weeping Yangtze , in Chinese Literature Today (inaugural issue), July 2010

 

Canaan's sample translations:

 

February 2010

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Contest: Spring Festival Zodiac Poems 春节属相双语诗

This absurd little floater is actually a year old, born when a Facebook status "Happy Year!" tickled my four-year-old gooberish sense of humor and inspired a poem even worse than this one. Somehow, it all came groaning back to me two nights ago, and strange motivation turned it into more than a poem--a contest!

The Entry: One poem of any reasonable length.

The Requirements: Poem must be macaronic (dual-language...isn't my vocabulary impressive? Of course it is). It must include all twelve character signs of the Chinese Zodiac, and those characters must interact with the English in such a way that the two become fundamentally connected to each other; for example, the poem below inserts characters into English words and sentences in such a way that an English speaker could reasonably guess at the pronunciation of the characters from the English sounds they substitute (Yes, yes, I know; this is just a game). Yet mine is only one method; I'm sure there are much cleverer ways of making said connection, and they are welcome!

The Deadline: February 14th, First Day of the New Year! Duh.

The Prize: A beer at the Bookworm (or four Tsingdaos at 平民 restaurant of your choice) bought by yours truly. If nobody enters, I'll just buy myself a case of Yanjing and drink in my apartment...so, par for the course.

All poems to be judged utterly subjectively and by vote. My entry, which shouldn't be hard to beat, totally counts.


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By Canaan Morse, February 8, 4:03a.m.

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