The Music from Lorca's plays

 The music for Lorca's plays, arranged by Lorca himself. was published in Spain in 1960, by the Unión Musical Española, in transcriptions by Gustavo Pittaluga. Pittaluga, a composer of Lorca's own Generation of 1927, consulted with Lorca's sisters, Concha and Isabel, and an actor, Santiago Ontañón, who essentially sang the music they remembered to him. The volume itself is a bibliographical rarity, but I was able to get one a few years back. Strangely, the book doesn't appear much in the secondary literature on Lorca and music. The book has a prologue by José Bergamín. 

The songs appear recorded by Germaine Montero, a French singer. I don't know if she used this book, but she was recording with another composer, Bacarisse, who was also part of the Pittaluga group. 

Some of the music consists of non-Lorca songs, that he put in his plays. Another category is songs for which he wrote the words, but used a pre-existing popular melody. Finally, there are songs that may be Lorca's own melodies. I can't say what these are, because I would have to know every possible melody in Spanish folklore to say a melody is NOT from Spanish folklore.  

Anyway, Lorca and music is a huge topic, but it is still possible to find out new things.  

A story

 I heard a short story by Sherman Alexie in my car. I think it's called "The Door." 

A man is a film editor. He is editing a semi-pornographic film at home in the middle of the day. Someone knocks on the door, he doesn't answer, and then he hears glass break in the basement. He grabs his son's metal little-league metal baseball bat. It is small but metal. He goes down, confronts the black teen burglar, who charges him. The man swings the bat and kills the teen. 

He isn't charged with murder, but is vilified in the press as white man killing a black teen. But he is not white, but a registered Spokane Indian! He protests about this misidentification, gets vilified more. Also is vilified for editing porno film! Now for the first time he is uneasy around blacks. 

Of course it is not a light-hearted story, but it is not humorless either. It is intersectional in all the right ways, mostly in the way the character, who narrates in the first person, has a high opinion of himself. He thinks of himself as a savior figure by editing the film to minimize the exploitation of the young woman performing in it, but it ends up being far worse. The bat is brilliant detail. It is small, but at the same time powerful. 

The initial point is that in film editing, you don't need to show someone entering into a room through a door, because it people are already inside, you can surmise they entered through a door. But yet this unimportant detail can be important after all: an unanswered knock on the door has its own consequences.  

The Bluest Eye (Toni Morrison)

 I listened to the author read this book on Audible.  She is a very good reader of her own work, as is Sherman Alexie, whose book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian I also listened too. 

The main character in The Bluest Eye is mostly passive victim, and hence the plot of the novel is inherently weak on some level,  though the novel compensates for that in other ways. It is mostly about black racism against other blacks, and against themselves. There are a lot of virtuoso passages and heavy doses of didacticism. She is good at character and setting, and cultural observation. 

The Alexie novel features a very pro-active protagonist who takes action to change his life by going to a white school just outside the edge of the reservation.  The antagonists are mostly other Indians, who resent him for leaving the reservation (and beat him up a lot before he leaves). I listened after to some interviews with the author, and then I realized that it was supposed to be a young adult novel.  Well, obviously, but I wasn't thinking about that while listening. It is very funny and very well-written, in the Bildungsroman tradition.  The narrative tension comes from the fact that he is at odds with his best friend, and is able to achieve things by entering the white world. It's pretty obvious that the protagonist is the author himself, lightly fictionalized.  

Subtlety is fine, but sometimes you want someone just to say things openly, and to have some Subject Matter.  I have not particular investment now in being high brow in fiction reading.   

I'm reading a Sciascia novel in Italian, El giorno della civetta. There is a mafia killing in Sicily and a police captain solving it. I can read a page and understand nothing, read another page and get almost everything, so I have to circle back a lot. I guess the owl is nocturnal, so day-break is not a good time for it?  It's from a line from Henry VI.   

fuzzy

Since I can't draw well I tend to use a deliberately fuzzy style.  Then the incompetence seems to be on purpose rather than merely bad.  Once in a while something recognizable emerges.  

 

I found this poem I wrote

 "I speak in the passive voice."

No, that's not quite right. 

One would think rocks would get rough with age,
wouldn't you? An argument not worth having,

Camarón told him, he didn't believe it. 
Spinoza told him, he didn't believe it. 

But what? The thinness of strangers? 
Gruel for thought? 

I slept then woke, the usual order. 
I emerged into the daylight.

That curious unfinished quality there, 
a diagnosis cruel as glass in the pond. 

I slipped into a patter designed to fool,
designed to defer or postpone. 

You didn't deserve my deference,
you claimed, my condescension nor my recipes. 

I replaced your walls with something stronger,
but they would be torn down the next day anyway. 

It was worth it for the look on your face. 
You should have seen yourself squirm! 

I showed you better ways to do things. 
I have small hopes for a better life.

Ha!

 I believe this is me:  

"I once invited a kick-ass speaker to campus to give a talk on academic productivity. He gave tons of useful suggestions that I still use all the time. 

When we were leaving the event, a colleague who’d spent 20 years complaining that she couldn’t go up for promotion because she didn’t know how to get herself together and publish anything drawled, “What a disappointing event. I thought he was going to say something interesting and instead he said we need to write every day.”

Bibliographical Fridays

 I've decided to work on bibliographies on Fridays. So I can write m-th and then catch up on references on Fridays. Otherwise, I would wait to the very end to do my works cited and it would take me forever.