Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca 1898 – 1936 by Maryam Barrie

Alhambra de Granada

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Alhambra at Sunset

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Andalusia

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La Barraca and Federico Garcia Lorca

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Spain's Great Playwrights

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Ruben Dario 1867 - 1916

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Federico Garcia Lorca 1898 - 1936

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Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Meijas by Federico Garcia Lorca translated by Merryn Williams

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Robert Bly according to Dean Rader

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There is no other poet like him in the history of poetry. Everyone who reads a poem of Lorca's falls in love with him and has a secret friend.

The World Needed More Lorca by Dean Rader

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Of the Dark Doves by Federico Garcia Lorca translated by Sarah Arvio

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Gacela of the Dark Death by Federico Garcia Lorca translated by Robert Bly

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Romance Sonambulo by Federico Garcia Lorca translated by William Bryant Logan

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Literature and the Spanish Civil War

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from Lorca: A Dream of Life by Leslie Stainton

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All that has black sounds has duende, and there is no greater truth. These black sounds are the mystery, the roots fastened in the mire that we all know and ignore, the mire that gives us the very substance of art. [Neither angel or muse, both of which may grace an artist from without–the duende emanates from] the remotest mansions of the blood. It wounds an artist. And in the healing of that wound, which never closes, lies the invented, strange qualities of a man’s work.

[Ultimately the duende is linked with death, and dependent on an artist’s acknowledgement of his or her mortality. The duende] does not come at all unless he sees that death is possible.]

from Lorca's Play and Theory of the Duende

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The Duende, then, is a power, not a work. It is a struggle, not a thought. I have heard an old maestro of the guitar say, "The duende is not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet," Meaning this: it is not a question of ability but of true, living style, of blood, of the most ancient culture, of spontaneous creation. This "mysterious power which everyone senses and no philosopher explains" is, in sum, the spirit of the earth.

from Play and Theory of the Duende

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The great artists of the south of Spain, whether Gypsy or flamenco, whether they sing, dance, or play, know that no emotion is possible unless the duende comes. They may be able to fool people into thinking they have duende-authors and painters and literary fashionmongers do so every day—but we have only to pay a little attention and not surrender to indifference in order to discover the fraud and chase away their clumsy artifice.

“The Crime Was in Granada” by Antonio Machado translation by Franck Beck

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Ode to Federico Garcia Lorca by Pablo Neruda translated by Caleb Beissert

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For Federico Garcia Lorca by Rafael Alberti translated by A.S.Klein

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from Poet in New York by Federico Garcia Lorca translation by Shawkat M. Toorawa

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The Coming Back of an Assassinated Poet by Rafael Alberti

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translated by Mark Strand

The Search for Lorca's Shadow by Philip Levine

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