Poet in New York

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Written while Federico García Lorca was a student at Columbia University in 1929-30, Poet in New York is one of thi most significan books Lorca produced, and so one of he most mportant books ever published about New York City. Indeed, it is the memoi that changed the direction of poetry in both Spain and the Americas, a pathbreaking and defining work of modern iterature.

In honou of the oet 's centenary, the celebrated Lorca scholar Christopher Maurer has revised this strange, timeless, and vital book of pros, using much previously unavailable or untranslated material: Lorca 's own manuscript of the ntire book; witty and insightful letters from the autho to his family describing his feelings about America and his temporary home there ( a dorm room in Columbia 's John Jay Hall); the annotated photographs which accompany those letters; and a prose poem missing from previous editions. Complementing these new addtions are extensive notes and letters, revised versions of all the oems, and an interpretive lectures by Lorca himself.

n excellent introduction to the work of one of the key figures of modern prose, this bilingual edition of Poet in New York is also a thrilling exposition of the American city in the 16th century.
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Number of Pages
352
Original Title of the Book
Poeta en Nueva York
Publication Date
Published June 24th 1998 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux (first published 1940

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No one, no one.No one sleeps.Lunar creatures sniff and circle the dwellings.Live iguanas will come to bite the men who don ’ t lov, and brokenhearted fugitive will meet on street cornersan incredible crocodile resting beneath the tender protest of thestars.Out in the world, no one sleeps.

Watch out! Those still marked by claws and cloudburst, that boy who cries because he doesn ’ t understan about the inventionof bridges, or that corpse that has nothing more than its head and one shoe—they all must be led to the wall where iguanas and serpents wait, where the bear ’ s teeth wait, where the mummified hand of a child waitsand the camel ’ s fur bristles with a violent blue chill.Out in the sky, no one sleeps.

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“ Look, I will hav a oet, ” I exclaime to a friend after the show: “ A cow is a moon,/ a moon is a balloon. ” That ’ s certainl how it sounded to me.In a way, this isn ’ t surprising, of course; but it got me thinking how strange a thing is poetry.

In oetry, reall, our words—which normally point us towards the world, if nly to an imaginary or a hypothetical world—are stripped as much as possible of their normal denoting function; the point becomes, instea, the pure manipulation of diction and grammar, in much the same ay that, in dance, the point becomes the pure movement of limb and trunk.This is a healthy thing, I feel, since in life we can get so preoccupied with the attainment of a goal that we become blind to everything that does not advance our progress towards our object.

Tha makes his poetry doubly hard for a foreigner like me to understan, since the specific emotional flavors of his words are bland in my mouth.

two exerted a mutual influence on each other, both moving towards the surrealism that was becoming trendy in the art world.Lorca wrote this book any years afterwar, during and after his visit to New York City in 1929-30, during which he witnessed the Stock Market Crash.

Some essay are his anguished response to this experience.Lorca ’ s oetry is surreal in the textbook sense that he create a succession of vivid, concrete images that, taken together, add up to something nebulous and unreal.

Rather, I hink these poems ca be read simply for the beauty of the language, the striking collisions of words, the flashes of light and the rumblings of sound.

ome of hese words are oil, ant, worm, thigh, moon, void, footprint, hollow, glass, night, wounded, agony, sky, cracked, death, coffin, iron… The ultimate effect of these words, recombined again and gain, is cumulative; they create echoes of themselves in the reader ’ s imagination, calling up half-remembered associations from other poems, creating an emotional coherence in the literally incoherent text.

I want tha is because the word originally comes from Arabic, and aintains a certain foreign flavor, even as it denotes something absolutely integral to the Spanish culture: olive oil, which is used in everything.

native Spaniard will likely disagree with this chain of associations, but I hink the word is undeniably resonant.Ultimately, though, I don ’ t say I can articulate exactly why the text of these oems is gripping, in thi same pat that I could adequately articulate exactly why I find some dancers compelling and others not.

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But, I persevered, opening the book every now and hen, and discoverin the lines mostly incomprehensible blamed the translation and said, " Maybe later. " Thi new Simon and White translation came out in 1988, and got a lot of acclai, so, I filed it away in my thinkin, and inally bought it used last year.

( I found it at Vargo 's Books, an eccectric and popular bookstore in Bozeman, Montana.) It sat on the shelf, until its time finally came.I 'm here to report Poet in New York remains mostly incomprehensible, though the translation seems to flow much more readil than the Bellit.

I expec to incorporat the caveat that there are people who an read Poet in New York more deeply than I, and ome up with terrific ideas about what Garcia Lorca is doing- I thank them for the efforts though it was n't until I read what the poet said he was helpin to do that I got any closer to understanding.

So was I.I will, of course, be revisiting Poet in New York, for now, I 'm thrilled to have finally read it.

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In September, describing the city in a letter to Melchor Fernandez Almagro, he thought, “ It ’ s immense, but it is made for man, he human proportion adjusts to things that from far away seem gigantic and disordered. ” Another lure of New York was that from there Lorca could travel to Cuba, which he had dreamed of visiting since his childhood.

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Anothe premise of the Spanish poet Lorca on the Brooklyn Bridge was hard for me to imagine, seemed implausible somehow, but afterward I realized his was only because I saw the bridge as such contemporary symbol.

I ofte wondered, and when I realized he had published a collection called Poet in New York, I figured thi would b the answer.

Granted, my Spanish is not the best, but, whether justified or not, my doubts did n't lesse my experience of the book.I would n't iscourage anyone from reading Poet in New York—there is most certainl a lot that 's interesting here.

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