Calques and Loanwords

I am an amateur conlanger – I enjoy creating my own language(s). It is one of those hobbies I keep coming back to, and one that has served me well for 1) knowing far too much about linguistics, 2) being slightly quicker to pick up the grammar of new languages when learning them, and 3) a third thing. Let’s talk about a linguistics topic because we can: calques and loanwords.

A loanword is more or less what it sounds like – when a language just steals a word from another one and goes ‘this is mine now’. It’s common for foods, for fairly obvious reasons – pizza, sushi, crêpe – but languages do this all the time. Take a word or an idea that another language has, change the sounds if necessary, and hey presto, you have a new word.

Calques are a touch more complicated: take a word or phrase in another language, then translate each component into your language so that you have a new thing yourself. Take the Dutch word lijfgarde, translate each little bit, and you’ve got a lifeguard. We’ll be nice – we’ll give them football, and then they can play some voetbal. Simple enough, right?

(Side note: loanword comes from the German word Lehnvort, whereas the word calque we just stole directly from the French. Which, of course, would make loanword a calque and calque a loanword. I love language!)

So let’s have some fun and translate a word into Goja, my constructed language: first as a loanword and then as a calque. Let’s say we wanted to translate the word zeitgeist, which itself is a loanword from German.

Zeitgeist as a loanword is easy enough, though we may have to mangle the pronunciation a little. Goja doesn’t have diphthongs (two vowel sounds merged together: think how the word ray starts with an ‘a’ sound and ends with an ‘ee’ sound). It also doesn’t have final consonant clusters, so that ‘st’ at the end is going to pose a challenge. In the end, zayitgayista felt like the best way to do things, which yeah sure, good enough.

But calques, calques are way more fun, and there are bad ways to do it and good ways to do it. We’ll start with the bad way – zeit means time and geist means ghost, so let’s translate: juk means time in Goja and mikel is ghost, so awesome: jukmikel. All done, right?

Wrong. No. You did the bad translate. Firstly, let’s make a point: in English (and in German), for a lot of compound words, the last part of the word is the main part, and the first part gives some more information about it. Think about the difference between, say, a firetruck and a truckfire. Goja doesn’t work this way – the first part of the word would be the main part. Jukmikel would mean something more like ‘ghost-time’: in other words, asking ‘hey, when does Casper usually get here again?’ or possibly, ‘dammit, I hate visiting the spirit dimension: what timezone are they on again?’. Hard to say, really, but either way, not what we’re looking for.

But mikeljuk wouldn’t be great either, for reasons we’ll get to… now, I guess. Let’s break down what zeitgeist means properly: the spirit of the age, the defining characteristics of some period of history. You can see how ‘spirit of the age’ gets translated as ‘time ghost’, but that means we do have to be careful about exact translations. ‘Period of time’ is probably a better way of thinking about zeit in this context, which in Goja is dejak (can you see the family resemblance to juk? Etymology is important).

But what about geist?

In this case, geist is plausibly better rendered as ‘soul’ or ‘essence’ or something. There is a word in Goja which translates as ‘character, nature, definition, the set of qualities that define or distinguish a person or thing’: najitik. But let’s go a little further, and keep the metaphor of ‘ghost’ as close as we can get it. There is a word that means roughly ‘soul’ or ‘spirit’ – but first, a tangent.

There is a concept in linguistics called ‘conceptual metaphor’. Here’s an example: in English, the future is in front of us, whereas the past is behind us – this isn’t literally true, of course, but it’s a way we think about things. In Vietnamese, it’s the other way around – you know what happens in the past, so that’s in front of you; but the future is a mystery, so that’s behind you. In Mandarin, the past is up and the future is down. In Yupno, a language from Papua New Guinea, the past is downhill and the future is uphill, whereas in Pormpuraaw, an Australian Aboriginal language, the past is east and the future is west – which, when you think of the Sun, makes a lot of sense. Here’s another time one: in English, you spend time, or you could save it, borrow it, or invest it. In any case, you should definitely budget it properly. I’m writing this in my free time. When making Goja, thinking about conceptual metaphor helped me make a language that felt natural.

For the Goja people, speech and song are big conceptual metaphors. The word for murder, zlig, comes from the words zled and gus – etymologically, to murder someone is to steal their words. To be selfish – bulabul – means to be deaf (lapul) to other people’s suffering. When you’re talking about everybody, you’re talking about the choir (dojaj), and if you match with someone and work together perfectly, then you harmonise with them – you givil them. A song is a yalos, but society is yilyos – break the law, and you’re breaking the song, that’s a crime: a yosakhap. Going all the way back to najitik from earlier, that comes from yitik, or ‘trait’, which itself comes from the word yitu, or ‘tone’. Geist translating to ‘ghost’ might work for some cultures and languages, but to a Goja person, their soul or their spirit is their voice: their migli. I would personally translate zeitgeist as miglidejak.

Hopefully this has given you a brief insight into the absolute rabbit-hole that is linguistics and conlanging. To cap it all off, let’s make two new words together: in German, it’s a Lehnvort; in English, a loanword; but in Goja, that can only be a guszefed. And you may not have a calque, but you may just have a galka.

Thanks for reading.

Life After Depression

Here in my tiny little corner of the internet, I once wrote about what it was like living with depression (bad, in case you’re curious). Now I have emerged from the other side, so I would like to tempt fate by talking about what life is like after depression.

What was depression like?

Depression is one of those things that I understood on an intellectual level beforehand – all the happiness gone from the world, nothing matters anymore. I’d read Hyperbole and a Half’s comics about depression, I had an absolute obsession with Harry Potter as a child and read about the description of Dementors, part of my job involved helping people with depression, to the extent that I self-diagnosed initially with material I’d gotten at a conference designed to help people with mental illness. There’s this philosophical idea called Mary’s Room, where Mary is a scientist who knows everything there is to know about colour, even though she’s lived her entire life in a black-and-white room. Then at one point, the door opens and she’s allowed to go see the rest of the world. Did she learn anything? My personal answer to this is that if she does learn something, then she clearly didn’t know everything about colour beforehand. And hoo boy, did I learn something when I opened the depression door.

Depression was fucking terrible. I try to make it a point in these posts not to resort to profanity – I’m trying to be somewhat formal here – but I don’t think I can really emphasise how bad it was without a bit of a linguistic slap in the face. It was really fucking bad.

Let’s start by talking physically, because yes, depression can have physical symptoms, and they’re often easier to see. ‘Low energy’ is one, but those are just words. To me, low energy was having a bath instead of laying in bed because at least I moved. Low energy was not cooking in months because why bother. Low energy was being tired every single day, but not wanting to sleep because that involved closing my eyes and being alone with my thoughts. Low energy was being in the process of buying a cane just to feel better about being able to walk around my house.

And every thought was bad. Part of it was going ‘maybe I don’t actually have depression, maybe I’m just faking it so people will care about me’, even though if you’re buying a cane just for being alone in your house, maybe something is actually wrong. Rationally, I knew things were bad. But you can’t logic yourself out of a position you didn’t logic yourself into, and I wasn’t depressed because I wanted more attention (side note: there is a weird push-pull in depression of ‘I want people to care about me and help me, but also I don’t deserve it, but also I need it, but also I don’t want them to see me like this’. Depression is fractally horrible.).

Depression is when your whole being turns against you. Depression is when everything that kept you going ceases to be worth it. Depression is when every thought is about how bad life is, and also, how nothing matters anymore. Depression is when every positive thought is something logical that you have to figure out rather than feel. It feels like a design flaw in the human experience – suddenly the full power of your brain is now redirected in order to make you feel like life isn’t worth living anymore. Why should this even be possible? It’s like you designed a lightbulb that just occasionally removed all light from the surroundings instead.

I can’t give you a metaphor to explain depression because depression is void of meaning – it lives in the hole where metaphors die. If you haven’t lived through depression, I can’t explain it sufficiently to you, and if you have, you probably know far too well what it’s like.

What kept you going?

Momentum, pretty much. I still had a job with responsibilities. I still needed to eat. I still had a routine I could keep going with. The grooves of my life were worn sufficiently enough for me to keep following them.

I had support – family and friends and colleagues. People who could take me alienating them and messing with our relationship and go ‘he’s not himself, he needs help’.

Work helped. My boss had had experience with mental health issues before and managed to walk the line between ‘you need to do this’ and ‘I know this is all you can do right now’. If someone pushes you, you might as well move (and I mean this in the best way possible – I didn’t really have the mental energy to push myself).

I’d made a commitment years prior that if I was ever depressed, I wouldn’t self-harm or commit suicide. So when I was depressed, I never did either one of those (pretty obviously for the latter, or it would be very impressive to have written this). I understood it though, as kind of a ‘oh now I get it’. My way of feeling something was putting on comedy shows – depression killed my happiness but it didn’t kill my sense of humour, which felt very strange.

What started your depression? And what ended it?

All it takes is a bunch of bad habits chained together and then kickstarted. It’s kind of like the Chernobyl disaster – it was designed terribly and then everything went wrong. To stop being depressed, I needed to find those habits, fix those habits, and reverse whatever weird chemical brouhaha was happening inside me. So here’s the process, or at least my process:

1. Realise you’re depressed. This may be harder than it looks. I recommend knowing as much about being depressed as possible beforehand, so you can tentatively self-diagnose (THIS IS NOT THE ONLY STEP). Alternatively, have a trusted person let you know, and then since you trust them, believe them.

2. Go and get therapy. If you knew all your bad habits and how to fix them, you probably wouldn’t be in this situation, so go find a professional to help. This is one of those ‘if you have time/money’ steps, unfortunately, but if you have some spare, now is an excellent time to use them. You may need to go through many professionals for help – the second psychologist I spoke to was excellent for me. This is despite, or possibly because, their process involved weird pseudoscientific spiritual mysticism stuff. I am very much not into that, but quite frankly, my rational side was not helping, and I could use some different metaphors. It also helped that my psych was extremely perceptive and picked up on multiple bad habits of mine within 10 minutes of me being there. What I’m saying is, go in with an open mind.

3. If this does not work, and it may not be sufficient, and you end up crying at 1am on a Sunday night/Monday morning to a friend, maybe it’s worth going to a doctor and going “I can’t make any more happy chemicals at home, is storebought fine?”

4. Keep doing 2 and 3, and slowly, eventually, your depression starts to fade away as you’ve successfully built yourself a ladder to climb out of the pit you’ve found yourself in. Also notice that you can’t use depression to get yourself out of depression – you can’t dig up, stupid. In order for things to change, things have to change.

This is my personal experience, n of 1 here. But if you’re reading this, I want to tell you how my depression ended too. And I was very lucky, I had a very ‘basic bitch’ depression – went to therapy, took the right pills, turned that frown upside-down. But that’s the depression you want (presuming you want depression), you don’t want a doctor to go, “huh, I have no idea what’s going on with you”. Some people have treatment-resistant depression, which are three (two-and-a-half?) horrifying words. I think if you’re depressed, it’s very easy to assume the worst. But if you’re reading this while depressed, you may have the basic bitch variety – and either way, get help. Your brain is fighting you – you need to fight back, and you will want backup.

Final thoughts?

Depression: really bad. Also: solvable. I’m coming off my anti-depressants after a year and change, close to eighteen months. Some people stay on them forever. Others don’t. I don’t know what side I’ll eventually end up on. What I do know is that I am no longer depressed. I have a partner, a cat, and a future. If you’re depressed and reading this: there’s a way out.

Also, yes, here is a picture of my cat: