“There's no doubt that I really have a feeling for the theater. These past few days it has occurred to me to do a comedy whose chief characters are photographic enlargements. Those people we see in doorways. Newlyweds, sergeants, dead girls, an anonymous crowd full of mustaches and wrinkles. It should be terrible. If I focus it well, it will possess pathos without consolation. In the midst of those people I will place an authentic fairy.” PeopleIfsShouldWellsCharacterFeelingsPastGirlDoubtComedyFocusTerribleTheaterCrowdsChiefsNo DoubtFairyMidstConsolationWrinklesDoorwaysMustachePathosSergeantsNewlywedsEnlargement Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Hour of Stars (1920) The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river.” LightYoungSpiritNightLostStarsSoundHoursSleepSilenceStepsStreetsWallThousandSingingRiversInfiniteNotesRoundsMusicalCrowdsNakedButterflyCricketBreezeRipeBlacknessSkeletonsWisps Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There, as nowhere else, you feel a total absence of the spirit: herds of men who cannot count past three, herds more who cannot get past six, scorn for pure science and demoniacal respect for the present. And 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.” MenWorldFeelsBelieveRunningEarthPastSpiritNightThreeForeverStreetsDutyHugeWallColdTerriblePureSixFlowRiversGoldMachinesGreedCrowdsAbsenceMaterialismScornTerrible ThingsHerdsDay And NightAvarice Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“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
“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
