A lifetime of madness

Pedro 2022-04-19 09:02:49

"After watching the movie, no one will dislike the poet Lorca."

No one does not love you, Madrid loves you, Andalusia loves you, Granada loves you, Dai Wangshu loves you, Bei Dao loves you, all love you.

Spanish Golden Flower Love

On the last side, when he went out, a reporter caught up to ask questions. He smiled and said, "It's a genius, and Salvador Dali is a genius." Then he walked away without looking back. Heartbreaking beauty.

Sernuda wrote him a eulogy after his death, saying that when he sat down at the piano and played and sang his own songs, you had no choice but to fall in love with him or leave him, there was no ambiguity.

He did not deal with Borges and hit it off with Neruda. When Neruda was having an affair at a party, he was looking out for the wind and accidentally fell down the stairs. He went to America and met Whitman.

Two aspects that are always present in poetry: love and death. Death is the only theme in García Lorca's poetry.

He died wearing a white shirt and fell on Spanish soil. The bare earth is soaked in his blood.

"Dali's pain means nothing to me."

Even if there was a sincerity in his ten-minute confession, it only made me sneer. What did you do while he was alive?

In 1928, Buñuel and Dalí collaborated on a film. By this time Buñuel had parted ways with Lorca, and he scolded Lorca in front of Dalí. But he still wrote a eulogy to Lorca.

In 1982, his "love of life" and "muse of inspiration" Carla died.

In the same year, King Juan Carlos I of Spain named him Marquis of Pupol.

He began to disclose things related to Lorgar. They went to Dalí's hometown and sailed out to sea at night. Dalí was sexually anxious, so Lorca found a woman to "demonstrate" him. The film is faithfully represented. Romantic to hypocritical.

When Hu Lancheng wrote "This Life and This World", he did not shy away from Eileen Chang, even complacent. Immediately after its publication, it attracted attention, causing a lot of unnecessary trouble to Eileen Chang. People are always curious about celebrity anecdotes. Fortunately, Lorca was secretly shot to death as early as forty-six years ago.

Lorca was six years older than him. They met in 1923. At this time Dali was seventy-eight. Already more than twice the age of Lorgar.

As soon as people die, they can naturally pretend to be their relationship.

On January 23, 1989, Dalí died of heart disease and respiratory complications. During the illness, the King of Spain personally visited him, and Dalí gave him a poem of his own. His body was preserved with embalming. Buried in the Dalí Museum.

What about Lorca?

His poems are often combined with folk ballads, which are easy to sing and are often well known before they are published. He loves his hometown, doesn't like wearing new shoes, doesn't speak French, doesn't belong to any political party, but is against fascism. In the summer of 1921, Lorca became friends with Faya, the famous Spanish composer. On New Year's Eve that year, Lorca hired a street band, tiptoed to Faya's window, and suddenly played a serenade following his conductor. Faya could barely open the door with a smile.

Neruda said of him:

"Lorca is the friend who always greets you with a hearty smile. I had a conflict with him once, and I planned to never speak to him again. But he came to me and patted me lightly. Shoulder, twice, took out a handkerchief, unfolded it, put it on the ground, then squatted down and looked at me, asking me to forgive him... How can anyone in this world be angry with him when he sees those eyes!"

We will all be in the past.

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Extended Reading

Little Ashes quotes

  • Salvador Dalí: I've recently escaped from prison.

    Salvador Dalí: 31 days of incarceration.

  • Magdalena: If we had a choice in these things, which we don't. Don't we?

    Magdalena: Look. I am not saying it's going to be easy. But I don't think you can carry on like this. I mean, you can. Of course, you can. But it has a price. I think sometimes we just have to risk it. Live the way we feel. And you know it, it might not turn out well. Sometimes it doesn't turn out well at all. But we have to try. We have to keep on trying. Otherwise, we just become puppets. All painted smiles outside, while inside nothing but sawdust.