“The terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that it is their duty to keep that huge machine running, day and night, forever. This is what comes of a Protestant morality, that I, as a (thank God) typical Spaniard, found unnerving.” WorldBelieveRunningNightFoundForeverStreetsDutyHugeTerribleMoralityMachinesCrowdsThank GodTypicalTerrible ThingsHerdsDay And NightProtestantsSpaniards Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“At first glance, the rhythm may be confused with gaiety, but when you look more closely at the mechanism of social life and the painful slavery of both men and machines, you see that it is nothing but a kind of typical, empty anguish that makes even crime and gangs forgivable means of escape.” MenFirstsLooksKindMayMeanSocialCrimeEmptyMachinesSlaveryPainfulRhythmConfusedMechanismTypicalGlancesAnguishGangSocial LifeGaiety Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea. 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... I felt something like a divine urge to bombard that whole canyon of shadow, where ambulances collected suicides whose hands were full of rings.” PeopleRealEnoughWholeHandsEyeLostFeltMy OwnBusinessMillionsGroupsSeaGreatnessDivineLuckyShadowSuicideDollarsRingsFinanceUrgesSensationsCrashMillion DollarsHysteriaWithout HopeCanyonsAmbulanceFaintingMarket CrashHope DeathStock Market Crash Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!” SunFiveWindowCrowdsWoundsBurningBrokeClockShadeAfternoon Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.” PeopleShouldWellsMaySongGivenWaterDrinkDrinkingCups Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Woodcutter. Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment of being without fruit. Why was I born among mirrors? Day goes round and round me. The night copies me in all its stars. I want to live without my reflection. And then let me dream that ants and thistledown are my leaves and my parrots.” WantDreamNightStarsBornCuttingReflectionShadowLet MeMirrorsFruitRoundsCopiesTormentAntsParrots Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verde ramas. Green I love you green. Green Wind. Green branches.” LoveTreeLove YouWindGreenBranchesRama Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“A nation that does not support and encourage its theater is - if not dead - dying; just as a theater that does not capture with laughter and tears the social and historical pulse, the drama of its people, the genuine color of the spiritual and natural landscape, has no right to call itself theater; but only a place for amusement.” PeopleIfsDoeSpiritualNationsSocialNaturalSupportDyingTearsColorDramaLaughterTheaterHistoricalTheatreGenuineLandscapeCaptureAmusementPulse Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The theater has to impose itself on the public, and not the public on the theater... The word "Art" should be written everywhere, in the auditorium and in the dressing rooms, before the word "Business" gets written there.” ShouldArtRoomsWrittenTheaterTheatreDressingsDressing RoomsAuditoriums Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Theatre is poetry that rises from the book and becomes human enough to talk and shout, weep and despair” HumansBookEnoughDespairTheatre Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.” WantColorWindGreenBranchesI Want You Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of being and best preserves the fire, the blood and the alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth.” WayCountryFireBloodElementsUniversalProfoundPreservesDistinguishedAlphabetUniversal TruthAristocratic Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me.” DeathDiesDyingGardenKill MeImpermanence Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.” WorldLyingLostWalksStreetsNew YorkMachinesAwfulMonstrous Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
