Brief bio sketch

Lloyd Haft (1946- ) was born in Sheboygan, Wisconsin USA and lived as a boy in Wisconsin, Louisiana and Kansas. In 1968 he graduated from Harvard College and went to Leiden, The Netherlands for graduate study in Chinese (M. A. 1973, Ph. D. 1981). From 1973 to 2004 he taught Chinese language and literature, mostly poetry, at Leiden. His sinological publications include Pien Chih-lin: A Study in Modern Chinese Poetry (1983/2011; published in Chinese translation as 发现卞之琳: 一位西方学者的探索之旅 in 2010) and A Guide to Chinese Literature (with Wilt Idema, 1997). His liberal modern Dutch reading of Laozi's Daode jing was published as Lau-tze's vele wegen by Synthese in September 2017. His newest books in English are translations: Herman Gorter: Selected Poems (Arimei Books, 2021), Zhou Mengdie: 41 Poems (Azoth Books, 2022), and Totally White Room (Poems by Gerrit Kouwenaar, Holland Park Press, 2023). He has translated extensively into English from the Dutch of Herman Gorter, Gerrit Kouwenaar, and Willem Hussem, and from the Chinese of various poets including Lo Fu, Yang Lingye, Bian Zhilin and Zhou Mengdie.



Since the 1980s he has also been active as a poet writing in Dutch and English. He was awarded the Jan Campert Prize for his 1993 bilingual volume Atlantis and the Ida Gerhardt Prize for his 2003 Dutch free-verse readings of the Psalms (republished by Uitgeverij Vesuvius in 2011). His newest books of poetry in Dutch are Intocht (Introit) and Beluisteringen (Soundings), published by Uitgeverij Van Warven in November 2023, and Kruipruimte (Crawlspace), published by Arimei Books in November 2024. After early retirement in 2004, for a number of years Lloyd Haft spent much of his time in Taiwan with his wife Katie Su. In June 2019 he was named a Distinguished Alumnus of National Taiwan Normal University. In addition to writing and translating, his interests include Song-dynasty philosophy and tai chi. For many years he sang in the choir of a Roman Catholic church of the Eastern Rite in The Hague.



Saturday, May 7, 2011

Naar Psalm 139


Ziende, u bent mij aangegaan.
Mijn staan en mijn opstaan
worden uw weten,
u gaat mij na:
de straat die ik bega,
de plaats waar ik
zal liggen in uw verte.
De baan van mijn gaan,
kring van mijn komen
sluit in uw openend oog:
al mijn wegen
zult u vatten.
Hoe vreemd ook het woord
dat over mijn lippen wandelt,
het wordt uw zeggen.
U omvangt mij
van voren, van achter,
waar mijn hand raakt
bent u
in wonderlijke kennis
van mij die verder ligt.
Waar zou ik ontkomen
aan ontmoeting? aan 't altoos
wijder vallen van ons aangezicht?
Zou ik de hemel
beklimmen: bent u.
koos ik tot rustplaats
de hel: bent u.
Nam ik de dageraadsvleugels,
huisde ik over de zee:
nog die hand.
Riep ik de duisternis
over mij af,
dan was ook mijn duisternis
uw licht
dat niet schrikt voor duister.
Mijn nieren immers hangen
niet los van uw nagaan,
u was in de buik van mijn moeder
mede verborgen.
Ben ik uit uw vrees, uw
verwondering ontstaan?
mijn ziel onder uw werking
geworden nader wonder,
verst kennende?
't Is u lang niet onbekend
waarom ik eigenaardig
gewrocht werd in ondersten
en breuken uwer aarde.
Mijn botten immers blinken
als u ze ziet:
tekens in uw schrift,
die klinken naar de mate
van uw lezen.
Onschatbaar zijn mij dan ook
uw gedachten naar mij!
Wat zij samen uitmaken.
Naar mijn telling zijn zij
menigte, meer dan het zand der zeeën:
en als wij wakker worden
zijn zij van ons beiden.

--Lloyd Haft (uit De Psalmen in de bewerking van Lloyd Haft, Querido 2003; herdruk Uitgeverij Vesuvius 2011)

Friday, May 6, 2011

Naar Psalm 23


Mij weet de ziende,
kent mijn gebreken.
Door velden van woekering
ritselt zijn vrede;
de stroom die hij meeziet
spiegelt zijn rust.
Langs rotsen als waarheden
leest hij mijn hart aan elkaar:
ik hoor bij hem.
Al ga ik door het dal
dat de dood overschaduwt,
ik vrees geen verwijdering:
want u weet mee;
in uw verlengde weet ik mij.
Bij u wordt dat
wat voor mij ligt
tot maal;
de hekelaar die bij mij is
belet uw aandacht niet; u houdt
mijn hoofd op:
de beker aan mijn lippen.
Waarlijk zal ik gaan
in licht en verbinding alle dagen
want waar ik leef, zal wonen
een ziende in eeuwigheid.

--Lloyd Haft (uit De Psalmen in de bewerking van Lloyd Haft, Querido 2003; herdruk Uitgeverij Vesuvius 2011)

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Naar Psalm 10

Heb ik u verwijderd?
Gingen mijn gedachten u te ver?
Werd mijn hart u te warm
waar het brandde, woedde,
altijd u wilde?
Dacht u dat mijn hart
blij was als ik zei:
hij is er niet?
Gedachten had ik genoeg
en tijd om in te denken,
verdenken, vervloeken:
woorden die als kwijl mijn lippen beliepen.
Werd u voor mijn vrees bevreesd?
Maar al mijn gedachten waren
niets, zijn niets, doen niets!
Niet u bent bang maar ik!
ik die denk dat u niet bent!
Laat ik u niet meer denken:
doet nu u.

--Lloyd Haft (uit De Psalmen in de bewerking van Lloyd Haft, Querido 2003; herdruk Uitgeverij Vesuvius 2011)

Monday, May 2, 2011

What’s in a Transcribed Name – Part Three


(Scraps from a Sinological Scrapbook 漢齋閒情異誌, fragment 10)

In 1996, W. W. Norton and Co. published An Anthology of Chinese Literature: Beginnings to 1911, edited and translated by Stephen Owen. Any sinologist would immediately have recognized ‘1911’ as meaning ‘the beginning of the Republic of China.’ In other words, this is an anthology of the literature of the Chinese Empire. We always tell our students that that Empire was a very study-conscious and book-reading if not book-ridden realm; that the Scholar was considered the ideal type of person, that officials had to pass examinations on the Classics before they could attain to public office, and so on. Whether or not all those things are completely realistic, it is true that in traditional China, just as in present-day China, the government kept an eye on what people were reading. The ‘canon’ of literature was considered a repository of sources from which readers would learn virtues which would help them to be, in my own forefathers’ phrase, responsible members of society.
        The idea that there was more or less a ‘canon’ was part of this – a body of recognized, approved texts which an ‘educated person’ could be expected to have read. Some of the things which very many educated and uneducated people actually did read, including the most famous novels, did not belong to this ‘canon.’ In Owen’s introduction, he says the selection he has made does not correspond to a traditional notion of ‘canon,’ but neither is it intended as a ‘counter-canon’ of previously suppressed or ignored texts. It is, he says with all due caution, ‘a version of a tradition.’ (I will get back in a following installment to the importance of selection as such in our ‘transcription,’ literally our ‘over-writing’ of Chinese things.)
        Owen’s fascinating anthology goes all the way back to ancient texts, but in transcribing Chinese words and names, he uses the state-of-the-art pinyin transcription. On the other hand...does he really? The oldest poems he translates are from the Classic of Poetry (i.e. the Shijing 詩經, which an earlier generation of translators called the Book of Odes). The first line of the first poem in that Classic, Owen translates as

The fishhawks sing gwan gwan

Here, gwan gwan is supposed to represent the sound made by the birds. In other words, it is a meaningless representation of sound. But it is not the only spelling that could have been used to represent that sound. In the Chinese text, this expression is written 關關, a reduplication of the word meaning ‘to shut’ or ‘to close,’ which in pinyin is written guan.
        Did Owen in this case deliberately deviate from what would have been the normal pinyin spelling in order to avoid any suggestion of a ‘semantic’ meaning in this expression? I don’t know, but it would have been a reasonable move to make, considering that many other translators and interpreters have been only too eager to get ‘sense out of sound’ in this line. The great Nestor and Patriarch of American translators from Chinese poetry, Ezra Pound, translated this line

‘Hid! Hid!’ the fish-hawk saith,

For years and decades, I assumed this ‘hid’ was supposed to be onomatopoeic: just sound, folks, no sense. (I am not enough of a bird-watcher to know whether ‘hid’ is plausible as a rendering of the sound those birds make, but in the school of aesthetics I was brought up in, that makes no difference: we are dealing here with poetry, and poetry is not obligated to be ‘realistic.’) About a year ago now, I was surprised to read in Akiko Miyake’s Ezra Pound and the Mysteries of Love that Pound undoubtedly chose ‘hid’ exactly because it is a past participle of the verb ‘hide’: for Pound, there was something of supreme value ‘hid’ (i.e. guan: ‘shut away’) in the waters of the river.[1] This would fit in with Pound’s tendency, in Miyake’s words (p. 54), to ‘read Chinese nature poems as contemplative literature.’
        Getting back to Owen’s anthology, and skipping from the most ancient texts to the Tang Dynasty (618-906), we naturally turn to his translations of one of the very most famous Chinese poets, whose name is...but wait! How shall we write his name?
        Needless to say, I am talking about 李白. In English, there is a long tradition of writing his name (in Wade-Giles) as Li Po. In pinyin – and this is how Owen writes it – it appears as Li Bo. This is impeccable pinyin. But, at least in my experience, no real live native Chinese speaker ever pronounces it that way. What we actually hear is always Li Bai. True enough, in older dictionaries we read that the character 白, though it is normally pronounced ‘bai,’ has a ‘Classical’ or ‘reading’ pronunciation which is ‘bo.’ Evidently a schoolmasters’ tradition got started way-back-when, of thinking a famous poet like Li, however lowbrow his poems, was too venerable to have a normally pronounceable name.
        Personally, I think the spelling ‘Li Bo’ is, as an earlier generation of British writers might have said, ‘fish nor fowl.’ In a transcription purporting to be the most present-day one, it does not actually represent anybody’s present-day pronunciation. Yet it also cannot claim to approximate the way the name must have sounded back in the Tang Dynasty, which I believe must have been something like ‘Lee Buck.’ (I write it that way to avoid having to type the transcription of ‘the language of Ch’ang-an around 600 A.D.’ as reconstructed in Karlgren’s Grammata Serica Recensa, which in this case would be Lji: B’ɒk.)[2] In other words, ‘Li Bo’ has about the same status as gwan gwan: it is an attempt to use our twenty-six letters to represent an imaginary sound that falls, almost as far as the cry of a water-bird, outside the normal scope of human vocables as such.[3]
        But couldn’t ‘Li Bo’ still be justified on the grounds that it is only a slight modernizing adjustment of ‘our’ traditional ‘Li Po’? Sorry, no! ‘Li Po’ in itself is a deviation, at least from what I regard as the true ‘canon.’ Since Ezra Pound worked on Li’s poems in a Japanese-flavored context, he himself wrote the poet’s name not as Li Bo, not as Li Po, not as Lji: B’ɒk, not as Lee Buck, but as...Rihaku.
        Nevertheless, the ‘Li Po’ lineage has been carried on, and carried on very well and memorably, by another translator, David Hinton.

[to be continued]


[1] Akiko Miyake, Ezra Pound and the Mysteries of Love: A Plan for the Cantos, Durham: Duke University Press, 1991. For this poem see page 218. Link: http://books.google.com/books?id=B7r7gL_YGTUC&pg=PA218&lpg=PA218&dq=fish-hawk+saith+isle&source=bl&ots=fncFqj-ep2&sig=I-za2qsOyP_AbJDrSoqNGKpt-LM&hl=zh-TW&ei=Oe-8TcSTI8KZOr_TiNUF&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CBwQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q=fish-hawk%20saith%20isle&f=false
[2] Bernhard Karlgren, Grammata Serica Recensa, Stockholm: Museum of Far Eastern Antiquities, 1964. And yes, I am fully aware that Karlgren’s reconstructions are not the most up-to-date.
[3] Nothing in this paragraph or this essay should be construed as meaning that I believe, have ever for even three seconds in my life believed, or hope someday to believe that written language is, should be, can be, could be, ever has been, or ever shall be a mere ‘reflection’ of spoken.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Naar Psalm 11

Als de vogel de pijl
voelt aankomen, vliegt hij –
af! naar de berg!
Als ik de woorden
van de hekelaar hoor, blijf ik –
verscholen in herinnering aan u,
dood op de plaats in het oog van de schutter,
levend in uw oog.

--Lloyd Haft (uit De Psalmen in de bewerking van Lloyd Haft, Querido 2003; herdruk Uitgeverij Vesuvius 2011)

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What’s in a Transcribed Name? – Part Two


(Scraps from a Sinological Scrapbook 漢齋閒情異誌, fragment 9).

In declaring that there will never be an all-round ‘satisfactory’ transcription system for Chinese, I am aware that not everybody defines either ‘all-round’ or ‘satisfactory’ in the same way. My own definition of ‘satisfactory,’ for example, would be less fine-grained than that of a famous American professor who, reasoning that in the Chinese character script every character theoretically occupies the same amount of space on the page, actually achieved the mental feat of designing a transcription in which each of the several hundred possible syllables could be written using the same number of letters.
As for ‘all-round,’ to begin with, people often envision very different possible uses for a transcription. Speaking very generally, there may be quite a difference between a transcription intended for students to use as a tool in learning the language and, on the other hand, a system for use in the mass media in reporting current events in China. The four tones of Mandarin, which every student of the language is expected to master, must be clearly indicated in whatever transcription their textbooks are written in. On the other hand, the tones are irrelevant abracadabra to non-sinologists, and to them it would be distracting and irritating to have to use a transcription complicated enough to embody that information.
The pinyin transcription can straddle both horns of this dichotomy. In it, the tones may be indicated by accent marks above the vowels, but the marks can be left out at will. In practice they are very often left out. We teach our students that the tones are an inseparable element of Chinese words, that without the tones there would be intolerable ambiguity...but we all know that in practice things are much less extreme. It is easy enough to cite cases of words distinguished only by tone – ‘buy’ and ‘sell’ being the classical case – but in real life, just about all of the time, if you just transcribe what somebody is saying into pinyin without tone marks, most or all of the message is immediately clear.
I would go on to say that the importance of tones as such is usually exaggerated by the kind of textbooks we use. I personally believe tones are less significant elements than other components of the words. I find it much easier to understand speakers from Henan Province in Central China, whose tones sound so ‘incorrect’ that they should theoretically be confusing to the ear, but whose consonants, especially at the beginning of words, sound like the dictionary says they should – than even highly educated Mandarin speakers from Taiwan, whose every tone may be correct but who evidently feel it is perfectly acceptable to indulge habitually in a massive diffusion of consonant sounds which blurs hundreds of words into ambiguity, such that ‘mountain’ and ‘three’ sound alike, ‘pig’ and ‘rent’ and so on.
         The transcription I learned at Harvard, the so-called ‘G.R.’ or Gwoyeu Romatzyh 國語羅馬字system of which Yuen Ren Chao is the best-known proponent, indicated the four tones not by distinctive markings above the vowels of each syllable, but as distinctive spellings of the syllables themselves. This meant that the syllable ‘ju’ in the four tones appeared respectively as ju, jwu, juu and juh. For visually oriented learners (or written-language freaks) like myself, this had the powerful advantage of impressing the tone as an inherent part of the syllable, not just, in Chao’s own phrase, ‘as an afterthought.’
        On the other hand, the disadvantage was that unless you were already sure of its tone, you could not know how to write down a word even approximately. A related problem – and now I really am getting a bit technical – was that in Chao’s system, even an unaccented or ‘neutral tone’ syllable (of which there are very many in actual speech) was always to be spelled as if it had its full tone, that is, the tone in which it would be pronounced if cited aloud, fully stressed, in isolation from any context. The trouble with this is that in listening to people talk, you normally (or often, or sometimes) can hear the overall ‘shape’ of this ‘neutral’ syllable but not its distinctive tone, since all neutral-tone syllables sound the same as regards pitch. Again, how to write it? How even to jot it down?
        So, if the Wade-Giles spelling is ‘cumbersome,’ the G. R. system demands a perhaps unrealistically intense focus on tones, but meanwhile we have in pinyin a perfectly serviceable, linguistically defensible system which has been around for more than half a century and which has come increasingly into use for a wide range of purposes all over the world – doesn’t this mean the question of transcription has been settled once and for all?
        It does not. The reasons are extra-linguistic, reminding us that language does not exist in an intellectual vacuum, but is a matter of people communicating with other people in social and temporal contexts that impose their own demands. When the pinyin transcription first appeared on the scene (it was officially published in 1958), the mere fact that it originated in ‘Red’ China, an area which many countries still did not diplomatically recognize and whose long-term political legitimacy was still felt to be uncertain, meant it could not be widely accepted by Western scholars. As time wore on and the U.S. government refrained from fully recognizing the PRC until 1979, some American sinologists started using if not flaunting pinyin as a genteel political statement, while others would have nothing to do with the ‘Red’ spelling system. For decades, some of the most widely used language textbooks employed  an easy-to-read system, the Yale Romanization, which had originally been devised by George A. Kennedy in 1943 for use in U.S. Army language manuals,[1] but as far as I know, it never made much headway in non-educational contexts. In the academic or scholarly-sinological milieu, Wade-Giles remained dominant – and the longer it remained dominant, the more it seemingly legitimated itself as the vehicle of a venerable and uniquely Western ‘lineage’ of learning.
        My own position was ambiguous and changed slowly. By 1979, I was realistic enough to know that the PRC had come to stay, but I resented the idea that a sudden shift in present-day worldly politics should automatically impose a parallel shift in our manner of spelling Chinese within a scholarly or literary context that had its own history, its own associations, and its own tradition of validity. When I wrote my thesis on Bian Zhilin in 1980, and again when its commercial edition came out in 1983 (see Fragment 7 of this Scrapbook, ‘Preface to Discovering Bian Zhilin’), I still wrote Wade-Giles. As far as I can reconstruct things, my first ‘serious’ sinological publication using pinyin was a Dutch-language history of Chinese literature which I co-authored with Wilt Idema in 1985.[2] As late as 1996, when I published the results of a rhythmic study of Feng Zhi’s 馮至 sonnets in a journal,[3] I still called him ‘Feng Chih,’ true to my Wade-Giles background. I thought I was doing a favor to readers who might wish to consult older scholarly literature on Chinese poetry, most of which was in Wade-Giles. Four years later, when I republished that article as one chapter of a book-length study of the sonnet form in modern Chinese poetry, I finally changed everything to pinyin.[4] Pinyin was obviously being used all over the world for more and more purposes, and I thought maybe the day had come when even non-specialist readers would be acquainted with it. To me, the shift had no political import; I was simply adapting – I thought – to the inevitable.
      Two weeks ago now, I was browsing through a second-hand bookstore in Seattle, USA. I was delighted to find a study of one of my favorite Song-dynasty philosophers, Xie Liangzuo (or Hsieh Liang-tso 謝良佐), published by the Oxford University Press in 2005.[5] By now I was a bit surprised to see it was in Wade-Giles throughout, except for, in the author’s words, ‘names of contemporary Chinese who use the Pinyin system for spelling their names.’
        This brings us to an important point which I will go into in more detail, and with more emotion, in Part Five: transcribe as ye may, but hands off personal names!
        For the moment, back to Xie Liangzuo anno 2005. It so happened that the following day, still in Seattle but at a different bookstore, I found Don Wyatt’s 1996 study of my current favorite Chinese philosopher Shao Yong 邵雍.[6] It, too, was in Wade-Giles.
        I was glad, found it somehow heartening, to see that these two authors, writing about closely related aspects of the Chinese philosophy of nearly a thousand years ago, and publishing with two of the most ‘classic’ publishers in ‘the field,’ had felt free to carry on our Venerable Lineage. There is no evidence that their non-use of pinyin implies any particular political stance. Perhaps it is just an implicit expression of loyalty to our own Tradition, our own Guild, our own Lodge as it were.
        But why am I saying ‘our’ guild, ‘our’ lodge, as if I had published a lot of things in philosophy? Aren’t I a poetry man? How have poetry studies fared in the orthographic struggle between adaptation and continuity?
        There is so much to say about this that I will wait till Part Three to really tackle it. But for now, let me close with a hint: some of the most innovative translators use some of the most history-laden transcriptions.


[1] See Jeroen Wiedenhof, ‘Purpose and effect in the transcription of Mandarin’, at http://www.wiedenhof.nl/ul/tk/pbl/articles/purp&eff.pdf
[2] Chinese letterkunde, Uitgeverij Spectrum 1985. The revised English version appeared as A Guide to Chinese Literature, Center for Chinese Studies, University of Michigan 1997. The choice of pinyin for the original Dutch version was made easier by the fact that in The Netherlands, unlike the English-speaking world, there was no other single transcription having the established authority and prestige of the Wade-Giles.
[3] ‘Some Rhythmic Structures in Feng Chih’s Sonnets’, in Modern Chinese Literature 9:2 (fall 1996), pp. 297-326.
[4] The Chinese Sonnet: Meanings of a Form, Leiden: Research School of Asian, African, and American Studies, 2000.
[5] Thomas W. Selover, Hsieh Liang-tso and the Analects of Confucius: Humane Learning as a Religious Quest, Oxford University Press 2005.
[6] Don J. Wyatt, The Recluse of Loyang: Shao Yung and the Moral Evolution of Early Sung Thought, University of Hawaii Press 1996.


Naar Psalm 138

Als ik u prijs
is mijn hart heel,
ook waar duizend beelden
mij blijven aanstaren.
Ik groet in de richting
van uw verborgenheid,
zeg dat uw naam
licht is en waarheid:
boven alle dingen uit
blijft uw naam.
Op de dag dat ik schreide
hoorde ik in de sterkte van mijn schreeuw
uw antwoord.
Wisten zij wat ik zoek
ook koningen zouden u prijzen
en zingen van uw wegen
dat deze gloed groot is
want u laat mij levend
door benauwdheden lopen.
Ik kom op de ziende uit,
in ziens blijvende band.
Het gluren van de hekelaar
raakt mij niet,
wat mij raakt
noem ik uw hand.

--Lloyd Haft (uit De Psalmen in de bewerking van Lloyd Haft, Querido 2003; herdruk Uitgeverij Vesuvius 2011)