Showing posts with label Federico Garcia Lorca. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 28, 2019

Lorca's Local Modernism

So many modernists artists of Federico García Lorca’s time fled to Paris from their home countries that I have to ask: Why didn’t Lorca go to France? Why did he stay in the more provincial and conservative world of Spain, a decision that cost him his life? Waves of Lorca’s compatriot Spanish artists gathered in the French capital, then the international center of modern art.

Federico García Lorca

In the Cubist era, Pablo Picasso went to work in the Paris as early as 1904[i] and Juan Gris left Spain for the French capital two years later.[ii] The Catalan Surrealist Joan Miró began painting in Paris in 1920.[iii] Lorca’s friends and dorm-mates at the famous Residencia de Estudiantes in Madrid, Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí, both left Spain to work in Paris in the late 1920s. Dalí, who was Lorca’s closest friend at the time, seems as if he would have blazed the trail to France for Lorca if anyone would have.
But Lorca never went to live in Paris, despite the artistic climate receptive to innovative styles, and despite the fact that Lorca often felt stifled and even endangered by Spain’s cultural climate. That right-wing streak in Spanish politics ultimately resulted in Lorca’s murder during the fascist coup that finally overthrew the Spanish Republic. What made Lorca remain in Spain? Is his writing different from the modernism of the writers and artists who did congregate in France?
The Paris art world in the 1930s was friendly to Surrealism and to Lorca’s project of rooting poetry in dreamlike imagery, while Spain was still locked in a battle between a reactionary church/state alliance and the growing republican movement. But Lorca remained to write in Spain partly because of his close ties to his large family, and partly because he rooted his art deeply in Spanish culture and in his native province of Andalusia. Lorca’s regional identification fought with the agenda of the artists who had taken refuge in Paris and other major capitals. He actively resisted the internationalism sweeping through modern art in his time.
In early twentieth century architecture, for instance, this internationalism was right at the top of the agenda. The International Style became synonymous with modernism in architecture. In coining this term in 1932, Philip Johnson and Henry-Russell Hitchcock wrote in their influential book, The International Style, “This contemporary style, which exists throughout the world, is unified and inclusive, not fragmentary and contradictory like so much of the production of the first generation of modern architects.”[iv]
The international emphasis of modernism prompted many writers and artists to change their names to identities that obscured their cultural roots. The Romanian Jewish poet Samuel Rosenstock reinvented himself as Tristan Tzara and wrote mostly in French. Paul Antschel, another Romanian Jew, became Paul Celan and chose to write in German. The American Jew Emmanuel Radnitzky invented the name Man Ray for himself from the letters of his full name. The photographer/painter Henriette Theodora Markovic (Picasso’s mate and model) called herself Dora Maar. Toyen, the Czech artist, was originally Marie Cerminova. Manoog Vosdanig Andoian, who had an unmistakably Armenian name, recreated himself as Arshile Gorky. Hans Arp often used the French-sounding Jean Arp. The list goes on.
In literature and the visual arts, many of the practitioners of modernism travelled to France to work. In his poem, “Bypassing Rue Descartes” Czeslaw Milosz describes this sense of coming to Paris from another country and feeling the pressure to abandon the ways of his homeland:

Bypassing rue Descartes
I descended toward the Seine, shy, a traveler
A young barbarian just come to the capital of the world.
We were many, from Jassy and Koloshvar, Wilno and Bucharest,
            Saigon and Marrakesh,
Ashamed to remember the customs of our homes,
About which no one here should ever be told:
The clapping for servants, barefooted girls hurry in,
Dividing food with incantations,
Choral prayers recited by master and household together.

I had left the cloudy provinces behind,
I entered the universal, dazzled and desiring.[v]

In Milosz’s poem there are excellent reasons why the “barbarians” from outside France are eager to forget their native lands. They come from backward places, which he masterfully sketches with a few quick lines. These outlying countries are marked by strict hierarchy (“the clapping for servants”), poverty (“barefooted girls”), superstition (“Dividing food with incantations”), and enforced social unity based on outdated and patriarchal traditions (“Choral prayers recited by master and household together”). But Milosz goes on in his poem to write about how the search for a universal in the Paris intellectual world led to a barbarism as extreme as any of the traditional cultures:

Soon enough, many from Jassy and Koloshvar, or Saigon or Marrakesh
Would be killed because they wanted to abolish the customs of their homes.

Soon enough, their peers were seizing power
In order to kill in the name of the universal, beautiful ideas.

Both those who used repression to preserve the ancient traditions and those who struggled to abolish them were guilty of excesses of violence, as in the Nazi pogrom in Jassy, Romania, which Milosz alludes to when he mentions that town in this poem.
Like Milosz after him, Lorca rejected the international focus of Parisian modernism. In books like his Romancero gitano [Gypsy Ballads], Lorca drew heavily on the unique cultural flavors of the region around his native Granada. He was enormously proud of and excited by his Spanish and Andalusian heritage, another reason he did not want to forfeit it in favor of a less colorful international style of writing.
Many New World artists who originally embraced modernism also returned to the areas where they grew up to plant their art in native soil. Diego Rivera painted quite successfully in the Cubist style in Paris from 1913 to 1917 before denouncing modernism and founding the muralist movement in Mexico. He became openly hostile to the tenets of modernism and repudiated his earlier work. “Cubism was a decadent art,” he said in an interview with Bertram Wolfe in 1932, and labeled that style “…the art of a declining bourgeoisie.”[vi]  Rivera’s break with French modernism took a dramatic form during a famous incident when he publicly slapped Cubist poet and theoretician Pierre Reverdy in Paris in 1917, right before he left that city.
Rivera’s later work does includes elements of modernism, though. History seems to occur simultaneously in many of Rivera’s murals, as if he’d merged Duchamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase with Mexico’s struggle against neocolonialism. But Rivera’s response to modernism was mostly to reject it in favor of a more classical style that he could use for his murals of Mexican life and history, even consciously borrowing his compositions and his style of painting horses from Renaissance fresco painters like Paolo Uccello.
In the 1920s and 30s the American Scene painters deliberately steered clear of modernist movements in order to return to the Midwest and other regions to portray local life, consciously rejecting Cubist and Surrealist techniques to borrow from other eras. Artist George Biddle wrote in 1926, “Slowly I began to feel how different from our own is the French or Paris mentality…Most French art—indeed most European art—is fluent, detached, critical, aware of its artistry; while our best American art has always been sensitive, inhibited, romantic, passionate, naïve in its realism and often not too critical…of the problems of aesthetics.”[vii] In fact, the American painters of Lorca’s time were so eager to repudiate modernism that, like Rivera, they often consciously quoted archaic techniques, such as Grant Wood’s cribbing Italian Quattrocentro styles in his depictions of Iowa farm life, and Thomas Hart Benton’s Breughel-like threshers.
Lorca was also resistant to the obliteration of regional culture in modernism. He mentions Paris denigratingly in his famous essay, “Theory and Function of the Duende,” dating from 1933. When Lorca describes a flamenco singer in Cádiz who failed to perform with duende, he recounts how someone in the crowd mocked her:

Pavora Pavón finished singing in the midst of silence. Only a little man, one of those emasculated dancers who suddenly spring up from behind bottles of white brandy, said sarcastically in a very low voice: “Viva Paris!”, as if to say, “Here we do not care for ability, technique or mastery. Here we care for something else.”[viii]

Lorca is placing side-by-side the aesthetic of Paris—which emphasizes universal artistic measures such as ability, technique, and mastery—and his native Spain. In Spain what really matters to Lorca is whether a performer has the quality that “burns the blood with powdered glass”—duende.
Lorca planted much of his art in the landscape of Andalusia. His collection Gypsy Ballads uses many surrealist techniques, such as dream-like language and imagery. But the poems are significantly different from the stream-of-consciousness works that were then being written by proponents of automatic writing in Paris. “Although it is called Gypsy,” Lorca wrote of his collection, “the book as a whole is the poem of Andalusia… with Gypsies, horses, archangels, planets, its Jewish breeze, its Roman breeze, rivers, crimes, the everyday touch of the smuggler and the celestial touch of the naked children of Cordova who tease Saint Raphael.”[ix] Lorca envisions Andalusia as a fusion of its Roman, Arab, Jewish, Iberian, and gypsy heritage.
But Lorca was not viewing his diverse region through the lens of more traditional artistic styles, the way Diego Rivera looked at Mexico, or Grant Wood saw his native Iowa. Lorca was a surrealist, but a surrealist who was unmistakeably from Andalusia.
What Lorca created was a Spanish version of what Marc Chagall did with his Eastern European hometown in his early paintings. Chagall adapted modernist practices, using the colors and imagery of the imagination, but centered his work very much in the local culture of the shtetl where he grew up in the Polish town of Vitebsk. His dreamlike images of goats, violin players, old Jews, and flying lovers are painted in a style that undoubtedly breaks with traditional art. Chagall explores Eastern European through the lens of the imagination and Cubism, not from the perspective of Social Realism or Regionalism.
Lorca did something similar with his Andalusia. He grounded his poetry and his drama in a world where the images mated in dreamlike ways, but were still referring to a recognizable local reality. In his great poem “Sleepwalking Ballad” from his collection Gypsy Ballads, Lorca sketches a dream landscape that is both regional and modernist, one that could only exist in his native Andalusia. The characters are a young gypsy man, pursued by the Guardia Civil, who have wounded him in a fight; the gypsy’s love, the green woman; and her father, whose house the gypsy comes to for refuge and to see his lover before he’s taken prisoner. The poem has the skeleton of a plot of a traditional ballad, and it keeps to the Spanish romance or ballad form of eight syllable lines where the even-numbered lines end in the same two vowels. The romance has a kind of half rhyme that feels very modern in Lorca’s hands, though the form goes back to the classics of Spanish poetry, including El Cid. Each even numbered line in the poem ends with a word where the final two vowels are both a, and Lorca sustains this for the entire eighty-six lines of the poem, a tour de force.
But as much as this poem has the right form and the characters for a traditional ballad, it veers from that tradition in the very first words “Verde que te quiero verde” [“Green how much I want you green”]. The speaker of the line is not the narrator of the poem, and in fact it’s not clear who the speaker is—possibly the gypsy, possibly the poet himself. The opening has the passion of a tragic ballad, but the imagery is surreal and otherworldly.
The imagery becomes even more unearthly in the second stanza. Lorca writes of “the fish of darkness/that opens the road of dawn.” The mountain is “a filching cat.”
In the third stanza, the surreal quality stems partly from the fact that it’s not easy to sort out who is speaking and who is listening. It appears that the gypsy is asking his lover’s father for refuge: “I want to change/my horse for your house.” In a standard ballad, the father might refuse because he is afraid of retribution from the law, or because he wants to protect his daughter’s innocence. But in Lorca’s poem, the father’s reasons for declining to provide protection for the young man are abstract, even metaphysical:

If I could, young man,
this pact would be sealed.
But I am no more I,
nor is my house my house.

Of course the old man could mean that he no longer has an identity or a safe home in a repressive culture, but his statement is strangely general and troubling, like a character in a dream. It is as if the old man knows he is supposed to be a player in a ballad, but can’t act the part he has been cast for, like a Pirandello character.
The two friends go up on the roof, where the apocalyptic imagery keeps coming with hallucinatory beauty: “A thousand crystal tambourines/were piercing the dawn.” The voice of the young man (or the poet?) intervenes in the narrative to repeat the beautiful but spooky refrain, “Green how much I want you green.” The wind, too, carries a green force, with the taste of gall, mint, and basil. This green is a color both of bitterness and revival.
Poof! The green girl then disappears from the rooftop, like a character in a dream whose whereabouts don’t stay put. Now she’s swaying over the cistern. Has she hanged herself? The guardia civil gendarmes are banging on the door of the house. Will they nab the gypsy? The poem ends puzzlingly, only repeating its first four lines, never showing us the end of the story.
“Sleepwalking Ballad” is a perfect example of the way that Lorca uses local landscape and artistic forms but translates them to a modernist idiom. In combining these two sources, Lorca anticipated multiculturalism, an artistic movement that assimilates both the spirit of self-determination that came out of identity politics, and the aesthetic of modernism, which dipped into the subconscious and the abstract, to intensify expression.
In fact Lorca’s connection to North American multiculturalism is not a hypothetical idea. When the poet was stifled by Spain and had to escape in 1929 and 1930, he chose to flee not to Paris but to the New World, spending a year travelling in New York and then Cuba.
While in the U.S., he immediately identified with African American culture, equating the cante jondo, or deep songs of Andalusian flamenco, with the Blues. While Lorca was in Cuba, he gravitated toward son music, made famous in the U.S. by the movie The Buena Vista Social Club. What fed Lorca’s soul in the Americas was everything that was local and vital, but not corny and traditional.
In his own writing, Lorca felt pulled both by the new directions of modernism, and by the regional culture of Andalusia. His blend of these two strong tastes are part of what make his writing so contemporary and alive today.

[This essay was originally published in Poetry Flash.]






[i] Roland Penrose, Picasso: His Life and Work, Third Edition  (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1981) 92-93.
[ii] Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler, Juan Gris: His Life and Work, trans. Douglas Cooper (London: Thames and Hudson, 1969) 318.
[iii] Miró—la collection du Centre George Pompidou, Musée Nationale d’Art Moderne (Centre George Pompidou: Paris, 1999) 183.
[iv]  Henry-Russell Hitchcock and Philip Johnson, The International Style (New York: W.W. Norton, 1966) 19.
[v] J.D. McClatchy, The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry (New York: Vintage Books, 1996) 129–30.
[vi] Ramón Favela, Diego Rivera: The Cubist Years (Phoenix: The Phoenix Art Museum, 1984) 2.
[vii] Matthew Baigell, The American Scene: American Painting of the 1930s (New York: Praeger Publishers, 1974) 23.
[viii] Donald Allen and Warren Tallman, eds., Poetics of the New American Poetry (New York: Grove Press, 1973) 95.
[ix] Ian Gibson, Federico García Lorca: A Life (New York: Pantheon Books, 1989) 135.


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Zack’s most recent translation, Bérénice 1934–44: An Actress in Occupied Paris by Isabelle Stibbe

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Friday, August 7, 2015

Praise and Lament, Part 2: Lorca and the Lament of the Spurned Lover

One of the most obvious forms of lament is the song of the spurned lover. The theme of this sort of poem is: I love you, but you don’t love me, what the heck is the matter with you? This is not as easy a poem to write as many sixteen-year-olds believe. In fact, it’s quite difficult to do well. Why? Because that state of mind is almost inevitably swamped by self-pity and by a presumption of expecting undying love that is almost aggressive. This type of emotion is rarely charming or deserving of sympathy. But it can be done well. One of my favorite works in this vein is a poem by the great Spanish writer Federico García Lorca.

Lorca at the Alhambra in Granada
Lorca explored lamentation as deeply and as lyrically as any poet. It’s hard to think of a poem by Lorca that is not in some ways a lament. One of his most famous poems is titled “Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías,” a poem of mourning for a dear friend, a bullfighter who died in the ring.

The jilted lover poem by Lorca I’d like to focus on is called in W.S. Merwin’s translation, “Gacela of Unforeseen Love,” and in Catherine Brown’s translation, “Ghazal of Love Unforeseen.”

Lorca called his poem a ghazal, but is is not exactly a ghazal—I don’t think there was much information available to Lorca about the form of the ghazal,. The poem is ghazal-like in its mood, since a ghazal is also, traditionally, a lament. And Lorca's poem is slightly similar to ghazal in structure, since it’s in couplets. Here’s a translation that I did myself, partly based on previous translations:

Federico García Lorca

Ghazal of Unexpected Love

Nobody understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your belly.
Nobody saw how you martyred
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian ponies dozed off
in the moonlit plaza of your brow
while for four nights I laced myself
around your waist, that nemesis of snow.

Between the gypsum and the jasmine, your gaze
was a pale branch of seeds. 
With my chest I tried to carve
for you the ivory letters forever

and forever; garden of my torment,
your body a fugitive forever,
I can still taste your blood in my mouth,
your mouth with no candle for my death.

One of the great qualities of this poem is its unusual imagery. The images are dreamlike. The surreal quality seem to match the subject of the poem—a lover who has disappeared, his presence as powerful and fleeting as a dream. The pain of his loss also pushes the speaker into a world of emotions and imagery that is beyond ordinary reality.

Lorca’s imagery is also exquisite:

A thousand Persian ponies dozed off
in the moonlit plaza of your brow…

…the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your belly

It feels as if this beauty of language is also relevant to the poem’s subject. A lament should create something beautiful, exquisite, even. Why? What about describing loss demands beauty? Does it somehow dignify the sense of loss, and counterbalance the loss itself to turn it into something beautiful, to make it into something lasting, such as a great poem? 

There is another side to this lament I haven’t talked about. Some of you may have read my blog on the ghazal. The ghazal comes from Arabic, originally. Lorca grew up in Andalusia, a region of Spain that was a center during the golden age of Moorish Spain, when the Iberian peninsula was under enlightened Muslim rule in the Middle Ages. During this time in Spain, Muslims, Christians, and Jews lived side by side in relative harmony. Granada, the city where Lorca grew up, was the last area to fall to Ferdinand and Isabella when they reconquered Spain during the Inquisition. Ferdinand and Isabella retook Granada in 1492, the same year they commissioned Columbus to seek out the New World. 

Granada is also the site of the Alhambra, a gorgeous fortress/palace that dates from Spain’s Muslim era. I first saw the Alhambra when I was hitchhiking through Europe at age 18 in 1970. The Alhambra—to use the idiom of that time—blew my mind. It’s one of the most beautiful places humankind has ever constructed.

In Lorca’s time, Spain’s Muslim past was dishonored, particularly in Granada, which was a strongly conservative and Catholic city. Lorca was murdered there at the very beginning of the Spanish Civil War. In his final and posthumously published collection of poetry, Divan of the Tamrit, Lorca wanted to honor the multicultural nature of Andalusia’s unique mix of cultures: gypsies, Jews, Muslims, and Christians all lived together there and helped form the culture of that province. Andalusia is also the home of distinctive art forms: flamenco and cante jondo or deep song, the music that flamenco is danced to. In the “Ghazal of Unexpected Love,” Lorca is lamenting lost love, a golden era of love, but also a golden era of Spain’s history.

To summarize lessons from Lorca’s lament—it’s important for the person lamenting to maintain a certain dignity. The artistry of the lament has to be worthy of the depth of the loss. Also, a lament can involve mourning on many levels, not just for one person or one thing. 

Praise and Lament, Part 1Part 3Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7, Part 8Part 9

Zack’s most recent book of poems, Irreverent Litanies
Zack’s most recent translation, Bérénice 1934–44: An Actress in Occupied Paris by Isabelle Stibbe

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Getting the Most from Your Writing Workshop
How Not to Become a Literary Dropout
Putting Together a Book Manuscript
Working with a Writing Mentor
How to Deliver Your Message
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Why Write Poetry? 
Poetic Forms: IntroductionThe SonnetThe SestinaThe GhazalThe TankaThe Villanelle
Praise and Lament
How to Be an American Writer
Writers and Collaboration
Types of Closure in Poetry