PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
M. Wynn ThomasThe Other Side of the Hedge
(PN Review 239)
Next Issue Fire and Tears: a meditation, VAHNI CAPILDEO Grodzinksi’s Kosher Bakery and other poems, MICHAEL BRETT Vienna, MARIUS KOCIEJOWSKI In conversation with John Ash, JEFFREY KAHRS Play it all the way through, first – but slowly, KIRTSY GUNN
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
Monthly Carcanet Books
PN Review Blog

This article is taken from PN Review 224, Volume 41 Number 6, July - August 2015.

On Learning English Diego Bravo
By the time I first became interested in learning English, I had already taken several classes on it at my primary school. In north-western Argentina it’s a common expectation to be taught a second language, but hardly anyone expects actually to learn one. After six or seven years, I could name the different rooms of the house, about ten colours, and a few common household pets. If the grey cat didn’t happen to be in the dining room, my conversation would have been uninformative. And as far as verb tenses go, all my communicable existence occurred in an interrupted present, without memory of the past or plan for the future.

My ignorance wasn’t part of a general aversion to, or lack of interest in, languages. When I was six my mother taught me a little Latin and Ancient Greek, and we used to attempt poetry translations with more ambition than competence. Even when our lack of proficiency frustrated the finding of the precise equivalence, the beauty of the texts would shine through.

Three years later I turned my interest towards Quechua, one of the languages of the Inca civilisation. It hadn’t been significantly spoken in the region for centuries, but it had left its mark in place names. It also remained the source for expressions of emotion: tenderness and expletives alike kept the old tongue. It hadn’t been a written language so no texts remained to fix a formal lexicon, and the sparseness of speakers made differences in pronunciation marked.

To a greater or lesser extent, all the ...

Searching, please wait... animated waiting image