Voy a meterme en camisa de once varas, que dicen... Acabo de terminar la lectura de un libro sobre los detalles de la detención y posterior asesinato del poeta granadino y universal. Aunque la poesía no es precisamente un arte popular es sabido que se le tiene por uno de los más grandes y venerados poetas españoles. El ambiente que le arrebató su aún joven vida (se deduce del libro que por homosexual y antifascista quizás, por envidia y rencillas quizás) era de un peligroso fascismo surgiente que a la postre triunfaría y dejaría su maldita huella en España. Una curiosidad: el presunto fascista que se definía como obrero para más ironía y lo era aunque luego diputado destituido, y puso supuesto empeño mezquino en su detención y presuntamente la llevó a cabo era padre de Emma Pennella y Terele Pávez, dos grandes actrices secundarias lamentablemente poco conocidas fuera de España (lo cortés no quita lo valiente); y un periodista en una entrevista futura encontró un tomo de las obras completas de Lorca en la estantería de la casa del tipo. El fantasma del fusilado parece que le perseguía. Como resultado de aquello el poeta, ya entonces conocido, se convirtió en eterno grande de la literatura; y en un mártir icono del antifascismo. Hoy en día es un reclamo turístico de la provincia de Granada y de la cultura española, tanto por su obra como por su conocido destino fatal. Ironía sórdida de la vida, sí, le hicieron una personalidad de la cultura aún más grande de lo que ya era. Y según el libro dió su aprobación para el fusilamiento el general fascista Queipo De Llano, que me temo siga teniendo calles dedicadas en algunas ciudades.
La proximidad física a mi domicilio actual de los escenarios donde acontecieron estos rabiosos hechos de la Historia los hacen más temibles aún si cabe. Así que todo esto es para decir... no repitamos jamás esa etapa oscura. El olvido podría ser un primer motor.
[Mira una recopilación de poemas]
I'm gonna get in the mud here... I just read this book about the detention and later killing of the local and universal poet Federico Garcia Lorca. Although poetry is not exactly a popular art it is obvious that he is one of the greatests and most loved spanish poets. The situation that degenerated in the radical finishing point of his young life (it is seen in the book that for being homosexual and antifascist, or may be for jealousy and resentment, mainly for being a notorious personality) was one of emerging fascism that later was to overcome and leave his goddam fingerprint in Spain. A curiosity: the fascist guy who seems to pathetically force himself into the detention of the poet described himself as a worker -and it was not exactly a lie- only he was mainly a politician in urge of notoriety, and father of two known and brilliant supporting actresses. Later, a reporter doing a meeting with this sinister guy found on the shelf of his house the complete works of the poet. His ghost then was going to chase him and how. Lorca became an eternal personality in the Literature of this country and all over the world. And a victim of the fascists for global grace. He is now a tourist attraction for Granada (his hometwon) and one of the prides of the Spanish culure, not only for his master works but also for his fatal end. Irony of destiny, they made him even bigger that he already was. And I'm afraid the fascist General that according to the book approved on his assasination still may have streets with his name on all the main towns, probably.
The phisical proximity of the scenary for this furious part of history to my actual home makes the story even more terrifying. So this is to say... don't we ever repeat this dark period. Forgetting about it could be the first step to go over all of it again.
[Read some translated poems]
La proximidad física a mi domicilio actual de los escenarios donde acontecieron estos rabiosos hechos de la Historia los hacen más temibles aún si cabe. Así que todo esto es para decir... no repitamos jamás esa etapa oscura. El olvido podría ser un primer motor.
[Mira una recopilación de poemas]
I'm gonna get in the mud here... I just read this book about the detention and later killing of the local and universal poet Federico Garcia Lorca. Although poetry is not exactly a popular art it is obvious that he is one of the greatests and most loved spanish poets. The situation that degenerated in the radical finishing point of his young life (it is seen in the book that for being homosexual and antifascist, or may be for jealousy and resentment, mainly for being a notorious personality) was one of emerging fascism that later was to overcome and leave his goddam fingerprint in Spain. A curiosity: the fascist guy who seems to pathetically force himself into the detention of the poet described himself as a worker -and it was not exactly a lie- only he was mainly a politician in urge of notoriety, and father of two known and brilliant supporting actresses. Later, a reporter doing a meeting with this sinister guy found on the shelf of his house the complete works of the poet. His ghost then was going to chase him and how. Lorca became an eternal personality in the Literature of this country and all over the world. And a victim of the fascists for global grace. He is now a tourist attraction for Granada (his hometwon) and one of the prides of the Spanish culure, not only for his master works but also for his fatal end. Irony of destiny, they made him even bigger that he already was. And I'm afraid the fascist General that according to the book approved on his assasination still may have streets with his name on all the main towns, probably.
The phisical proximity of the scenary for this furious part of history to my actual home makes the story even more terrifying. So this is to say... don't we ever repeat this dark period. Forgetting about it could be the first step to go over all of it again.
[Read some translated poems]
Y por cierto...en una plaza céntrica de Granada hay todavía (¡!) un monumento a Primo de Rivera con 5 brazos representados haciendo el saludo fascista y que el ayuntamiento se niega periódicamente a retirar. Ver para creer...
