#casida

[vadfannypack]

butch 4 butch is canon and real in rottmnt (bc i said so)

[enzomartinelli]

Casida de la mujer tendida, de García Lorca ✒️📃🇪🇸

[yaboy-miz]

Finally

She’s done

(This is the fourth time I’ve tried to post this)

[lorenzospurio]

"Comincia il pianto della chitarra!", Prefazione al libro "Santì d’Andalöséa. Omaggio a Federico Garcia Lorca" di Maurizio Noris

PREAMBOLO Alcuni mesi fa il poeta e scrittore lombardo Maurizio Noris mi ha gioiosamente coinvolto nel lavoro della pubblicazione del suo libro contenente una scelta di opere poetiche di Federico García Lorca tradotte da Noris nel suo dialetto bergamasco della media Valle Seriana, per la stesura di un commento critico sull’opera (intitolato “Comincia il pianto della chitarra!”). Il libro, dal…

[babylon-crashing]

grows

“La una era la otra/ y la muchacha era ninguna” ~ Federico Garcia Lorca

I am petty. Splintered bones, skirt of green

fire, the skulls of all my foes hung around

my neck. I am mean, ravenously mean:

a hog's head worth. The ribs over my wound

are all bent outwards. That which was dwelling

within woke hungry. Decades go by. Greed?

A glint. A hint. It's never gone. Growing

the way greed grows without logic or need,

until it wakes. Wakey-wakey, monster.

You mean, pretty cocksucker. Here's my hog

sticking knife, pretty-pretty. Damnation

of queens. All that can curl closed my finger

opens. Grey greed blue hue greenish fog smog

kiss. Mist's kiss of flesh. Wet smack of toxin.

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Notes.

The Garcia Lorca quote comes from a longer trippy poem, Casida de las Palomas Obscuras (Song of the Dark Doves) where the roots of this poem started, only to head off in a different direction by line 2. Inspiration can be a surreal beast, I suppose.

Por las ramas del laurel van dos palomas oscuras. La una era el sol, la otra la luna. «Vecinitas» les dije, «¿dónde está mi sepultura?» «En mi cola» dijo el sol. "En mi garganta» dijo la luna. Y yo que estaba caminando con la tierra por la cintura vi dos águilas de nieve y una muchacha desnuda. La una era la otra y la muchacha era ninguna. «Aguilitas» les dije, «¿dónde está mi sepultura?» «"En mi cola» dijo el sol. «En mi garganta» dijo la luna. Por las ramas del laurel vi dos palomas desnudas. La una era la otra y las dos eran ninguna.

In the laurel tree's branches I saw two dark doves. One was the Sun, the other the Moon. “Little neighbors,” I said, “Where is my grave?” “In my tail,” said the Sun. “In my throat,” said the Moon. And I, who was walking with the earth round my waist, saw two snow-white eagles and a naked girl. One was the other and the girl was neither. “Little eagles,” I said: “Where is my grave?” “In my tail,” said the Sun. “In my throat,” said the Moon. In the laurel tree branches I saw two naked doves. One was the other and both were neither.

[raiquen]

Book Review: Poemas Esenciales, Miguel Hernández

My favorite poem of the book:

Casida del Sediento Aroma del desierto soy: desierto de sed. Oasis es tu boca donde no he de beber Boca: oasis abierto a todas las arenas del desierto. Húmedo punto en medio de un desierto abrasador, el de tu cuerpo, el tuyo, que nunca es de los dos Cuerpo, pozo cerrado a quien la sed y el sol han calcinado.

My Full Review:

Pending review, I'll revisit because I need to complain about him.

My Other 2024 Readngs.

[red-ibis-red]

—Federico Garcia Lorca, “Casida of the Golden Girl”, The Selected Poems

[scorcidipoesia]

Casida IV

Della donna distesa

Vederti nuda è rievocare la terra.

La terra piana e priva di cavalli.

La terra senza un giunco, forma pura

chiusa al futuro: confine d'argento.

Vederti nuda è comprendere l'ansia

della pioggia che cerca fragili fianchi,

o la febbre del mare dal volto immenso

che non trova la luce della sua guancia.

Il sangue risuonerà nelle alcove

e verrà con spada di folgore,

ma tu non saprai dove si celano

il cuore di rospo o la violetta.

Il tuo ventre è uno scontro di radici,

le tue labbra un'alba senza profilo,

e sotto le tiepide rose del letto gemono

i morti, in attesa del loro turno.

Federico Garcia Lorca

[letoitdelalucarne]

La fille dorée

Se baignait dans l'eau

et l'eau se dorait

- F.Garcia Llorca, extrait de Casida de la Fille Dorée -

- Paul Émile Chabas, Sirens -

[2seagull]

The Uber app has made traveling from place to place extremely easy. For a decent price you can get a ride within 10 minutes to your destination. Being a college student with no access to a car, this has made for seamless adventures outside of campus. The Uber app allows you to order a ride depending on your needs. This may include a smaller or larger sized car to ensure everyone is able to travel together, or even renting a car that gets dropped off near your location. Transportation has never been a worry with the use of uber. There are also reviews and a very safe system put in place to provide security during and after the ride. With an extremely busy and on the move community, this ensures that our needs are met with no limitations to our activities. The digital age is advancing to support the needs of consumers through digital transportation services. #Remington Casida 

[enzomartinelli]

Casida de los ramos, de García Lorca ✒️📃🇪🇸

[yaboy-miz]

Screaming and crying and frothing at the mouth I wanna shade my current piece so fucking badly but I can’t because I haven’t done the flats on the background yet T-T

Here’s a lil peek at it because I’m really liking it and I’m itching to finish it up and post it but it’s not done yet

[thedepressedweasel]

My Lieutenant Jasper "Eyepatch" Koopa x Carmine Koopa playlist

Next up is my Lieutenant Jasper "Eyepatch" Koopa x Carmine Koopa playlist, ladies and gentlemen! Enjoy!

"The Walk" by Imogen Heap

"Claire de Lune" by Claude Debussy

"In My Mind" by Pascal Junior ft. SBSTN

"Jacaré" by Sofi Tukker

"Mas Que Nada" by Sergio Mendes

"Drinkee" by Sofi Tukker

"Counting Stars" by Sugarcult

"I Need To Know" by Marc Anthony

"Beautiful Girl" by Junge Junge ft. Kyle Pearce

"Escape" by Kaskade, Kx5 and deadmau5 ft. Hayla

"While Your Lips Are Still Red" by Nightwish

"When Your Eyes Say It" by Britney Spears

"We Belong Together" by Mariah Carey

"Take My Breath Away" by Jessica Simpson

"Les Mots" by Mylène Farmer ft. Seal

"Chi Mai" by Ennio Morricone

"Slow, Love, Slow" by Nightwish

"Shipwreck" by Klangkarussell

"Love Like That" by Kaskade ft. Dani Poppitt

"Warm Embrace" by Bella Sonus

"Bamboleo" by The Gipsy Kings

"Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen

"Desert Rose" by Roudeep

"Dark Love" by Roudeep

"Running Scared" by Ell & Nikki

"This Time" by Avoure

"The Mystic's Dream" by Lorenna McKennitt

"Only Time" by Enya

"Samba" by Gloria Estefan

"La Isla Bonita" by Madonna

"Casida de la Rosa" by Duende

"With You" by Avril Lavigne

"Don't Lie" by The Black Eyed Peas

"Say It Right" by Nelly Furtado

"Ever Dream" by Nightwish

"Journey of the Angels" by Enya

"Faye" by Skylar Blue

"Aura" by Avoure

"I Can High" by Jay Aliyev

"Whenever, Wherever" by Shakira

"Toccata" by Paul Mauriat

"No. 1 in G Minor" by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

[lospoemasdellorca]

LOS POEMAS DE LA 3ª Y 4ª ETAPA DE LORCA PATRICIA MUÑOZ

LA AURORA

NUEVA YORK

GRITO HACIA ROMA

CASIDA DE LA MUJER

CASIDA DE LAS PALOMAS

LA COGIDA Y LA MUERTE

LA SANGRE DERRAMADA

CUERPO PRESENTE

ALMA PRESENTE ....

[diarios-errantes]

8 - mayo - 19

Hay una película maravillosa de Abbas Kiarostami que descubrí hace unos meses y ahora veo como eso que busco [en mi obra]. Dura 54 segundos. Hay un sartén, hay una voz de mujer que llama por teléfono, hay la mantequilla quemada y dos huevos con las yemas corriéndose. La voz dice aló, aló, ¿estas ahí? y no le contestan, deja salir un suspiro, luego dice escucha, estoy aquí, no me voy a mover, adiós, llámame, y engancha. Y el sartén sale de encuadre y solo queda la hornilla prendida a fuego vivo.

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Hace poco leí algo de Tarkovsky en que decía que el poeta no busca su sujeto, sino que crece dentro como una fruta, y eso me gustó. Hace poco leí también un poema de Lorca llamado “El poeta habla por teléfono con el amor” y el título me gustó tanto que lo tomé como una señal. La verdad es que siento un profundo asombro por la poesía más tardía de Lorca, por los sonetos del amor oscuro, por las casidas y gacelas. Son poemas asombrosos, sí, desde el sentido técnico despliegan a un Lorca en dominio total de su poesía, pero lo que se quedaba en mí es la forma en que concibe al amor como una puesta de oposiciones, como un yo quiero o no quiero. Me fascinó además que el título fuera una síntesis de la manera en que fotografío: yo, que voy por ahí con la cámara de mi teléfono haciendo fotos de lo que me asombra, tratando de no armar mucho revuelo. Años me ha tomado, pero Lorca me guía como la luna o un ángel travieso y poco a poco encuentro qué decir.