The awful German Language

[Rockstar]

I recently came across a quote by Mark Twain in which he said: “I would rather decline two drinks than one German adjective.” Curious, off I go seeking an answer to its meaning and came across The Awful German Language by Mark Twain. This is Appendix D from Twain's 1880 book A Tramp Abroad.

https://www.cs.utah.edu/~gback/awfgrmlg.html

Had a good laugh reading it then wondering if linguistic relativity (Saphir-Whorf hypothesis) might offer insight into German cognition. You know like why they are humorless rocket scientists who like to drink beer.




edit: for entertainment purposes only.

[August]

Reading that reminds me of my own efforts to learn German. Thanks for posting!

[Sean C]

https://www.cs.utah.edu/~gback/awfgrmlg.html

:har:

This is hilarious! I wonder why we never read it in any of my German classes.

[Eichhörnchen]

Catfish enjoy this he will.... full of very funny gags it is. For instance on long words: "Intellectual food is like any other; it is pleasanter and more beneficial to take it with a spoon than with a shovel"

Actually this would be a useful tract to read for anyone about to embark on learning German and whose first laguage is English.

But now I think I know where this recent and annoying habit has come from of speakers beginning their English sentences with the word "so".... Germans have been doing it for centuries, beginning with the word "also" (pronounced ahl-zo). I think it somehow found its way into the 'American' language and thence to English more generally.

[Sean C]

...this recent and annoying habit [...] of speakers beginning their English sentences with the word "so"...

You took the words out of my mouth.

[Skybird]

Good laugh, though quite some of Twain's descriptions are simply wrong, nevertheless, for the entertaining value: :up:


I think about French like Twain wrote about German. Probably the reason why I never got really good at it.


If one does want to learn about how beautiful and melodic and rythmic German language can sound and be, read R.M. Rilke. The outstanding poet of German language to me is not Goethe, for his rhyming I consider to be rather profane, nor is it Schiller or Lessing - but its Rilke for sure.

[em2nought]

But now I think I know where this recent and annoying habit has come from of speakers beginning their English sentences with the word "so".... Germans have been doing it for centuries, beginning with the word "also" (pronounced ahl-zo). I think it somehow found its way into the 'American' language and thence to English more generally.

I blame this guy. :D
https://medialifecrisis.com/files/images/articles/201509-Popgap/Stalag-17-1953/Stalag-17-1953-01-22-50.jpg

[Rockstar]

So, as a youngster I lived in Minnesota and Wisconsin. It was common 'up Nort' to ask another "do you want to come with"? The phrase 'come with' is a direct translation from German and Scandinavian languages ending with a preposition. When I moved to the southern states. People thought the question strange and naturally would ask what do you mean come with? Come with who or come with what?

Also, southerners looked at me like I was from mars when instead of salt and pepper I put sugar, cinnamon and butter on my grits. What could I say it looked like rommegraut to me. :D

[Skybird]

Also, southerners looked at me like I was from mars when instead of salt and pepper I put sugar, cinnamon and butter on my grits.
Put sugar, cinnamon and butter on roasted plums, and they will love you. ;)

Grits with hearty, salty seasoning indeed is more uncommon in Germany, siuch food usually gets a sweet seasoning.

However: cook oats in milk and cream, season it with chicken broth instant powder and some vegetables like carrot, celery and garden leek, and then the clou: add dry powder "Schabzigerklee" (trigonella caerulea, I do not know the English name for it, maybe gipsy clover or bread clover?) to it.

Make sure you don't get bitten when serving it. :D Guests tend to turn wild when smelling it, it often ends with them starting to fight over the last portions. :D And be cautious when using it, if you get it on your skin, the scent will stay for many hours to come, it smells good but very intense. Its hard to wash it off.

[August]

Also, southerners looked at me like I was from mars when instead of salt and pepper I put sugar, cinnamon and butter on my grits. What could I say it looked like rommegraut to me. :D


They probably figured you for a damn Yankee. That's how we eat them up here although we call it "Porridge".

[vienna]

My second ex and ger mother spoke German almost exclusively and, to me, even the exchange of niceties had the tinge of the angry or argumentative...

I have sometimes wondered if there was a German verison of Wheel Of Fortune in the Fatherland...

...I would rather imagine buying a vowel would not be very much of an advantage...










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[Skybird]

My second ex and ger mother spoke German almost exclusively and, to me, even the exchange of niceties had the tinge of the angry or argumentative...

The curse of German language is that the world mostly only knows the sound of the indeed quite harsh-sounding barrack yard drill. But that isd a clichée, like Hollywood's stereotypic depicting of Germans as dumbheads with Monokel and Pickelhaube. Like Enbglish, German can sound soft and melodic, powerful and deep. It can also, like English, sound harsh, coarse, aggressive. It depends of who it is who speaks, and what kind of voice he uses, and has. Imagine Orson Wells recitating Edgar Allen Poe on the famous Alan Parson album, the deep timbre, the masculinity and massiveness in its sound - and then imagine the same recitation done by some aggressive, lean, squeaking Hollywood scream-squeen - its worlds apart.
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Liebeslied (Rilke)

Wie soll ich meine Seele halten, daß
sie nicht an deine rührt? Wie soll ich sie
hinheben über dich zu andern Dingen?
Ach gerne möcht ich sie bei irgendwas
Verlorenem im Dunkel unterbringen
an einer fremden stillen Stelle, die
nicht weiterschwingt, wenn deine Tiefen schwingen.
Doch alles, was uns anrührt, dich und mich,
nimmt uns zusammen wie ein Bogenstrich,
der aus zwei Saiten eine Stimme zieht.
Auf welches Instrument sind wir gespannt?
Und welcher Spieler hat uns in der Hand?
O süßes Lied.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41yJeBiI7og
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Die Insel der Sirenen (Rilke)

Wenn er denen, die ihm gastlich waren,
spät, nach ihrem Tage noch, da sie
fragten nach den Fahrten und Gefahren,
still berichtete: er wusste nie,

wie sie schrecken und mit welchem jähen
Wort sie wenden, dass sie so wie er
in dem blau gestillten Inselmeer
die Vergoldung jener Inseln sähen,

deren Anblick macht, dass die Gefahr
umschlägt; denn nun ist sie nicht im Tosen
und im Wüten, wo sie immer war.
Lautlos kommt sie über die Matrosen,

welche wissen, dass es dort auf jenen
goldnen Inseln manchmal singt -,
und sich blindlings in die Ruder lehnen,
wie umringt

von der Stille, die die ganze Weite
in sich hat und an die Ohren weht,
so als wäre ihre andre Seite
der Gesang, dem keiner widersteht.
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