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 Poet Tribute: Federico García Lorca - April 7th - 12th

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PostSubject: Poet Tribute: Federico García Lorca - April 7th - 12th   April 7th 2013, 2:31 pm


**Happy National Poetry Month**


In celebration of National Poetry Month, every 6 days in April we will introduce (or re-introduce) you to a Famous poet, and invite you to attempt to write in their approximate style as a tribute!

April 1-6 Sylvia Plath
April 7-12 Federico García Lorca
April 13-18 W.B Yeats
April 19-24 Dr Seuss
April 25-30 Seamus Heaney

April 7th - 12th Federico García Lorca



• Born: 5 June 1898 Fuente Vaqueros – 19 August 1936 Alfacar, Spain.
• Most notable for the book of poems the ‘Gypsy Ballads’ written in 1928.
• Well known for his controversial relationship with artist Salvador Dali.
• It’s believed Lorca was killed by Nationalists in Granada for his outspoken liberal views.
• He’s also known for writing scripts, most notable ‘Blood Wedding’.
• Lorca suffered for years feeling the need to hide his homosexuality which in hand made him suffer from depression throughout his life.

The thing I love about Lorca is his ability to convey passion, not just in a literal term but in an attachment to imagination, his metaphors are so complex and so imaginative I think it would be easy for certain readers to be lost to their depth. I feel personally that his sometimes abstract way with words makes him more of an enigma and mysterious giving me a chance to read and re-read the breadth of his profound verse to interpret it in my own light.

Lorca’s used prose, ballads and other musically inspired styles of poetry to express the most picturesque, passionate and visually stunning poetry I have ever read.

Here is a sample of one his finest work:

The Gypsy and the Wind

Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the sea whips and sings,
his night filled with silvery swarms.
High atop the mountain peaks
the sentinels are weeping;
they guard the tall white towers
of the English consulate.
And gypsies of the water
for their pleasure erect
little castles of conch shells
and arbors of greening pine.

Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes.
The wind sees her and rises,
the wind that never slumbers.
Naked Saint Christopher swells,
watching the girl as he plays
with tongues of celestial bells
on an invisible bagpipe.

Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.

Precosia throws the tambourine
and runs away in terror.
But the virile wind pursues her
with his breathing and burning sword.

The sea darkens and roars,
while the olive trees turn pale.
The flutes of darkness sound,
and a muted gong of the snow.

Precosia, run, Precosia!
Or the green wind will catch you!
Precosia, run, Precosia!
And look how fast he comes!
A satyr of low-born stars
with their long and glistening tongues.

Precosia, filled with fear,
now makes her way to that house
beyond the tall green pines
where the English consul lives.

Alarmed by the anguished cries,
three riflemen come running,
their black capes tightly drawn,
and berets down over their brow.

The Englishman gives the gypsy
a glass of tepid milk
and a shot of Holland gin
which Precosia does not drink.

And while she tells them, weeping,
of her strange adventure,
the wind furiously gnashes
against the slate roof tiles.

By Federico García Lorca

This week, we invite you to write a Poetic Tribute poem in the style of Federico García Lorca. The thing to consider when writing in the style of Lorca is the visuals, not just in the literal sense but the use of metaphor and imagery combined with nature and fervour. Have fun, I will enjoy reading what you have to offer.


Take the red pill, stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
  • a·poc·a·lyp·tic /əˌpäkəˈliptik/ Adjective:
  • .Describing or prophesying the complete destruction of the world.
  • .Resembling the end of the world; momentous or catastrophic.
Please comment on at least two pieces of original poetry that are not your own before posting a poem. Thank you.


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PostSubject: Re: Poet Tribute: Federico García Lorca - April 7th - 12th   April 8th 2013, 10:24 am

I'm a bit intimidated by this one. Lorca is new to me. I've read and read and read... But I'm not sure I can recreate anything reminiscent of his style. I loved 'Adam' and 'Ode to Salvador Dali'.

Dali Was My First

In the whirling first wind of an artist’s breath,
I became undone by the word ‘surreal’.
If asked to paint him, I would have laughed
in the keeling way of a mother swiftly emptied.

Those clocks were dangled out of trouser pockets
and I think they would have oozed right into me-
If not for the knowledge that we were separated,
Only by paper thins, but still enough to render me a cuckold.

Falling in love with the wrong man, but the right
philosophy. Split this wound in half, or wide,
And let it swallow a whole fist- it doesn’t change
the way the water colour runs.


Winning goldfish at the fair was SO last year...
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PostSubject: Re: Poet Tribute: Federico García Lorca - April 7th - 12th   April 9th 2013, 9:49 am

"It doesn't change how the water colour runs" I loved that line and thought that the most Lorca-esque although the whole poem captured his style it also remained very much a Lily poem which I loved also (two of my favourite poets after all) I like the way you put yourself into his mind set over Dali, the way he longed for the wrong thing, even pursued it, touch it but still it was wrong but his heart was right. A brilliant rendition. I thought you did a brilliant job here!

Very, very much enjoyed.


Take the red pill, stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
  • a·poc·a·lyp·tic /əˌpäkəˈliptik/ Adjective:
  • .Describing or prophesying the complete destruction of the world.
  • .Resembling the end of the world; momentous or catastrophic.
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PostSubject: Of Pebbles and Pearls   April 9th 2013, 11:35 pm

Of Pebbles and Pearls

To see with muted eyes,
divine pearls like any
and taste the smooth shell
of existence. I am a gravel
storm, ever in unrest.
I once grabbed the pearls
owning the moon, carved
within my palm a gift.

The pearly moon would
shine, dim-lit but fostering
chemistry and mystery
in moonbeam charm.
I peeked into the sky
sighing at lonely clouds
of Autumn’s day.
The moon had slighted me.

A moth dressed in butterfly
wings with pretty birdlike
words sang soft and kind
to me, so unctuous,
such a servile flatterer,
wooed into the sun
whispering forget the moon.
I built a temple to forget.

Soon the moth would grow
tired of romantic storms of
pebble grey, lusting for calm,
my macadam dust to her.
I would squall and turn;
bleeding lightening and
weeping rain into lost rivers.
I turned my face up to the sky

a pearly white soft light
smiling it’s rays of cordial
graces to my shale heart.
The moon never deserted the
day, just slept in silent waves
of my thespian tempest.
I blush deep with muted tongue,
my song of gratitude, love.

I will shy to gravel storms,
touching meek floors of existence;
for pearls are for princes—
governors of days and nights.
I will tie my tongue in thunderbolts
forget moons, stars and suns.

For I being poor of judgement
lost my pearl many moons ago.


Take the red pill, stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
  • a·poc·a·lyp·tic /əˌpäkəˈliptik/ Adjective:
  • .Describing or prophesying the complete destruction of the world.
  • .Resembling the end of the world; momentous or catastrophic.
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PostSubject: Re: Poet Tribute: Federico García Lorca - April 7th - 12th   April 10th 2013, 4:48 pm

I'm so new to this poet that I'm not sure I dare say yay or nay.. But I felt like it was something of an amalgamation (which is what were aiming for? I feel, at least) I love the strong and solid use of repetition in this, like it's not repeated by accident or even necessarily in the same context, but it builds on the importance of the image/objectified idea, and lets you bring it together at the end with a slamming finish. Pearlescent poetry Jay! Tee hee.


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PostSubject: Re: Poet Tribute: Federico García Lorca - April 7th - 12th   April 11th 2013, 8:47 am

@Lil I loved how you created such a passion in your words, combined your style with his, it was very well done (you have nothing to worry about)

@Jay that was amazing... just such a wonderful extended metaphor, I'm fond of natural imagery and I loved the storm-elements. beautiful!

I've been trying and trying to write something but I don't have anything I'm happy with yet.


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