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What strikes me as particularly true to life is the shift from crowing about his conquest – “That night I ran my best race/mounted on a mother-of-pearl mare,” – to coyness: “An honourable man, I don’t wish to share what she told me.” At risk of cultural typecasting, there seems to be something distinctly Spanish about this vuelta, this sudden turn from raw carnality to matters of honour, or matters of the spirit. “The Unfaithful Woman,” sounds to me like a very gifted queer poet parodying a hetero bragging session at the bar. Goya’s black paintings had me in stiches at the Prado the other week. I have a soft spot for serious art that makes me laugh. In truth, it was simply the first piece in the collected works that made me laugh aloud. I wish I could say this poem spoke to me because of some personal experience with a fiery gypsy woman. Come to think of it, it was much more fun than skiing. Stuck at base camp until the first bus back at four pm, there was nothing for it but to drink hot chocolate by the fire and pass the hours translating sexy gypsy poetry.
Today I caught the early bus to the Sierra Nevada hoping to get some skiing in, but they closed the slopes due to strong winds (120 kilometres per hour!). Every book store in Granada stocks his complete work, and all his letters, too. There, that heading got your attention, didn’t it? Since I’m now in Andalusia here is a little translation of a poem by Spain’s most famous twentieth century poet, Federico García Lorca.
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