{"id":15226,"date":"2014-08-05T17:51:14","date_gmt":"2014-08-05T21:51:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/?p=15226"},"modified":"2014-08-05T17:56:32","modified_gmt":"2014-08-05T21:56:32","slug":"all-that-has-dark-sounds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/05\/all-that-has-dark-sounds\/","title":{"rendered":"All That Has Dark Sounds"},"content":{"rendered":"

Seeking the duende, there is neither map nor discipline. We only know it burns the blood like powdered glass, that it exhausts, rejects all the sweet geometry we understand, that it shatters styles and makes Goya, master of the greys, silvers and pinks of the finest English art, paint with his knees and fists in terrible bitumen blacks, or strips Moss\u00c3\u00a8n Cinto Verdaguer stark naked in the cold of the Pyrenees, or sends Jorge Manrique to wait for death in the wastes of Oca\u00c3\u00b1a, or clothes Rimbaud\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s delicate body in a saltimbanque\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s costume, or gives the Comte de Lautr\u00c3\u00a9amont the eyes of a dead fish, at dawn, on the boulevard.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have raised three arches and with clumsy hands placed within them the Muse, the angel and the duende.<\/p>\n
The Muse remains motionless: she can have a finely pleated tunic or cow eyes like those which gaze out in Pompeii, at the four-sided nose her great friend Picasso has painted her with. The angel can disturb Antonello da Messina\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heads of hair, Lippi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tunics, or the violins of Masolino or Rousseau.<\/p>\n
The duende\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odour of a child\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s saliva, crushed grass, and medusa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s veil, announcing the endless baptism of freshly created things.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
—Federico Garc\u00c3\u00ada Lorca, Theory and Play Of The Duende<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Seeking the duende, there is neither map nor discipline. We only know it burns the blood like powdered glass, that it exhausts, rejects all the sweet geometry we understand, that it shatters styles and makes Goya, master of the greys, silvers and pinks of the finest English art, paint with his knees and fists in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2544],"tags":[2130,2129,2127,2128],"class_list":["post-15226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing","tag-aesthetics","tag-cardinal-virtues","tag-duende","tag-lorca"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15226"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15226\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}