♱ ℓorcaist
lorcaism
── ᛝ ask anything about .co/lorca!
ASK GAME — yes, i am terribly bored... you can also specify if you want me to reply to your question in Spanish, in which case i will gladly do so.
01. I’ll show you a (translated) poem that I like and talk a bit about it. 02. I'll tell you something about the projects I'm working on. 03. I’ll tell you a bit about any homoerotic relationship that was had between any of my favorite Spanish poets or artists. 04. I'll tell you about a Spanish poet's work, life, or any interesting details. 05. I’ll tell you a fun fact about myself. 06. I’ll tell you about how I am and how my day has been. 07. Ask whatever you want!
#am i right. also yes.
i translated a letter from Dalí to Lorca. perhaps THE letter. Perhaps. The first line is all one needs to read, I think. It's become so terribly prominent in literary history. That first line. I dream of that first line and I'm not even kidding. That first line of this letter appears in my brain every night there is not a night where I do not think of the start of this letter or the end of this letter or this letter just in general.
"(...) You are a Christian storm and you are in need of my paganism. At your last stay in Madrid you gave yourself to what you should have never given yourself. I will go find you to make you a cure from the sea. It will be winter and we will light up some fire. The poor beasts will be stiff from the cold. You will remember that you are an inventor of marvelous things and we will live together alongside a portrait-making machine (...)"
YOU ARE A CHRISTIAN STORM AND YOU ARE IN NEED OF MY PAGANISM.
SHALL I DIE. SHALL I DIE. SHALL I. I would die. I will die. I died. I revived. Listen. Listen. Listen so carefully to me right now. Actually don't. I'm going insane. This letter makes me go insane. It's not even the full letter. I'M IN TEARS. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. I NEVER HANDLED THIS. IN ALL OF MY LIFE'S WORK AND MY RESEARCH I HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO HANDLE THIS LETTER. you will remember that you are an inventor of marvelous things and we will. live together. alongisde a portrait machine. I'm too insane to continue but you understand. No actually you don't. I AM GOING MAD.