“I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.” WantDyingPoetToes Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“What shall I say about poetry? What shall I say about those clouds, or about the sky? Look; look at them; look at it! And nothing more. Don't you understand anything about poetry? Leave that to the critics and the professors. For neither you, nor I, nor any poet knows what poetry is.” KnowsLooksPoetrySkyPoetCriticsCloudsPoetry IsProfessors Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“While the poet wrestles with the horses on his brain and the sculptor wounds his eyes on the hard spark of alabaster, the dancer battles the air around her, air that threatens at any moment to destroy her harmony or to open huge open empty spaces where her rhythm will be annihilated.” HardMomentsEyeSpaceBrainAirPoetHugeBattleEmptyHorseHarmonyWoundsRhythmHis EyesDancerSparksSculptorsEmpty Space Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood.” GivingHandsLightFormBloodPoetApproachModelsAngelGoldShedMuseLeafsFoldsLaurelsRecess Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art.” ArtArtistThreeStrongVoicePoetAriseAnarchistHeedForeboding Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“A poet must be a professor of the five senses and must open doors among them.” FiveDoorsPoetSensesProfessorsFive Senses Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
