I went to renew my poetic license today, but they said first I need to do an I exam

 

Lorca was one of the victims of the Spanish civil war, one of the thousands who were shot a put in unmarked brother graves. The cynics would say this is a brilliant career move for a poet, but joking aside, that detail of his biography makes him indeed a part of Spanish history, a history he documented so well in his work,

 

 

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Federico Garcia Lorca - The Spaniard

At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.”
 

Lorca was one of the victims of the Spanish civil war, one of the thousands who were shot a put in unmarked brother graves. The cynics would say this is a brilliant career move for a poet, but joking aside, that detail of his biography makes him indeed a part of Spanish history, a history he documented so well in his work, both prose and poetry.

 
Never as then, amid suicides, hysteria, and groups of fainting people, have I felt the sensation of real death, death without hope, death that is nothing but rottenness, for the spectacle was terrifying but devoid of greatness.”
 

Lorca was Spanish with a capital S and the blood in his veins ran directly from the warm brown soil of the countryside. it is not a coincidence that the most interesting parts of his career, or at least my favorite parts, were in collaboration with the local musicians. Music is an important part of the Spanish culture, one might even say the major part of Spanish culture, and being a folk poet or folk musician is the natural way to document the charm of the country and its people.

 

In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.”

 

Lorca was romantic but in a good way. A dramatic way, a hot blooded Spaniard way, with the passion, the sorrow, the rhythm, the lust and the loss, the sweat and the guitar.  As a playwright he was promoting the Spanish culture , mainly the Andalucía one, but it was his poetry that really hits the nail on the head, synthesizing the essence of what he is and where he comes from, and that is where I see his genius really shine.

 
To see you naked is to recall the Earth. "
 

A poet that manages to put such a complete affair in one line is really a master storyteller,
hinting longing, spelling out desire, brining up childhood memories of something pure, something good, something we have managed to forget through the years, that we chose to forget. When he studied in New-York he witnessed that change, that progress from the earth to the cement, from the countryside to the urban environment, but even there his poetic soul found a place to grow, to keep on growing.

 

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.
I always like that naturists, the ones who manage to make a connection with the planet we live on, knowing our place and position here , and using that language of nature to describe the human condition and our oh so mortal coil.
"I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay "

 

My first encounter with Federico Garcia Lorca was through Paco Ibanez, That wonderful drunk singer slash poet of the Spanish taverns, the man who always looks like he knew each and every lady from Barcelona to Madrid and they all still secretly love him, that great exemplar of romantic abandonment, of loss and of lust, of all the things that are painfully real. I still hear his low rugged voice whenever I read Lorca's poems. It was like Ella singing cola porter, a match made in heaven.

 

...I am the immense shadow of my tears”

 

Lorca was more than the countryside he grew up in, he was more than the stage where his plays were performed and he was much more then any place he visited or even lived in. he was the spirit of spain, the spirit of a strong and proud people with roots in a strong and proud land. Just like paco Ibanez. And you don’t even have to speak Spanish to hear it, to hear the fields, to hear the wind, to hear spain when these two giants are put together. Just click the link below and let the free Spanish breeze caress your tired face.

 
“Today in my heart  / a vague trembling of stars
and all roses are  / as white as my pain.”
 

Paco Ibanez Mi niña se fue a la mar- http://youtu.be/rGgU8D8el1A
Paco Ibanez – jinette -  http://youtu.be/AY7t6pxpdaE
Leonard cohen http://youtu.be/WdkIW7V8Y0w
Documentary http://youtu.be/eCwqZjku16A