December 19th, 2004
For everyone in the Los Angeles area, UCLA's Freud Playhouse is showing the world premierre of LORCA, CHILD OF THE MOON, an opera about Lorca's life and works from March 17-20, 2005. It should be very interesting!
December 12th, 2004
September 19th, 2004
|rachelbutoh||01:39 pm - Lorca in the Midwest|
Greetings Lorca fans...We recently produced a show here in Grand Rapids MI. entitled: The Lorca Project: Blood Wedding. An interactive walking tour of Lorca's life, music and writings. We also used the framework of Bodas de Sangre/Blood Wedding to create a through-line. We have 21 bi-lingual actors and so the text is both in Spanish and English. So much of our blood and sweat went into this project that I wanted to share some of the work. I will post photos here too. The following two pieces were written by our dramaturge. The first one is a narrative that the Lorca character says to the audience during the wedding party scene, and the second are our program notes. I hope you enjoy these two pieces, I thought they were beautiful...
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August 21st, 2004
Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint
by Federico García Lorca
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.
If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,
never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.
Current Mood: morose
August 5th, 2004
|mizrebelle||07:22 pm - un poema (a poem) por Lorca|
Tres estampas del cielo
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Three Prints of the Sky
( In EnglishCollapse )
Current Mood: melancholy
July 27th, 2004
|mizrebelle||03:22 am - Ode to Lorca|
Evocar a Lorca (Evoking Lorca)
by Rafael Molina
Current Mood: restless
July 20th, 2004
by Rick Klaus Theis
It is said
That nothing is known
Of Lorca's grave--
A light extinguished
By the dark;
High tide of terror,
Low tide of love;
Washed out to sea
Or washed up on shore;
Silencing joyful brains,
Breaking growing bones,
Incarcerating all discussion.
The dog sees its chance--
A rent in the fabric of its control--
And it springs into action.
It tastes gore and knows
The mad freedom of violence,
A return to the primitive.
Bathing in the blood of gods,
What could be better?
Just sleeping, eating,
Until the body falls apart
And is, in turn,
Consumed by the earth.
I have found Lorca's grave
In Search of Lorca's Grave (read about Theis and this poem)
Current Mood: enthralled
July 18th, 2004
by Federico Garcia Lorca
I know that my profile will be serene
in the north of an unreflecting sky.
Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror
to break the pulse of my style.
For if ivy and the cool of linen
are the norm of the body I leave behind,
my profile in the sand will be the old
unblushing silence of a crocodile.
And though my tongue of frozen doves
will never taste of flame,
only of empty broom,
I'll be a free sign of oppressed norms
on the neck of the stiff branch
and in an ache of dahlias without end.