Helloooo Caesura! Okay wow you gave me a lot to work with Jesus!

1.This is Solano’s, I forgot the title though… I think it's on /lorca.

Some times I have dreamt

of windows and rails.

In the dream you are standing,

next to the house

of mute and rickety shutters.

You are standing

like a blow of salt,

with the exact beauty

of whom contemplates the disappearance

of a promise.

The windows are not lying to you,

but you contemplate, in silence,

the arrogant sparkling of the rails.

2. Federico García Lorca (said with a mischievous smile on my face). I've been thinking about his death and execution, ideologically, a lot lately. It still seems to me that his death being right by an olive tree was quite lorcaesque, in essence. A Spanish man killed next to Spanish olives, by Spanish men in a Spain that was engulfing itself. It is all strangely poetic and Lorca actually had visions of death very frequently. I read that when he was in the Academy, studying (keep in mind he was 19-mid twenties here) he'd wake up and ramble about his dreams or nightmares or whatever to everyone else. Keep in mind that the Madrilean Academy was a place for literary and artistic geniuses: one of the reasons why every poet and artist seems to know one another during the generation of 1927 is not because they're somehow all related, it's just that most of them studied together! (Dalí, Lorca and Buñuel met each other there). Often people say Dalí tried really hard to keep up with Lorca's artistry and such. To a surrealist artist like him, listening to a surrealist poet like Lorca ramble about symbolic dreams and visions must've been influential, no? I like to think… That even with everything, Dalí took a little part of Lorca with him and laid it down every time he laid the brush on the canvas.

4.Enough happiness. I want to talk about how much I hate Salvador Dalí. There's not a man I feel so much fury-admiration-hatred-fear-pity for! As you know, if you've been paying attention to — I'd say your History lessons, but no American school is teaching about the Spanish Civil War. If you've been paying attention to ME — You'll know that there were two sides to the Civil War: francoists (christofascists followers of the monarchist dictator Franco) and Republicans (anti-monarchist pro-democracy leftists). Lorca was killed for being a republican (amongst other accusations; as we know, he was betrayed and outed to the authorities by Ramón Ruiz Alonso, a man whose name I will never cease to scream even as his cadaver is happily rotting someplace now!). Well, can you guess what Salvador Dalí did? He was buddy-buddy with Franco and francoists (I think he even gifted Franco something—maybe even a painting, I seem to recall?). That absolute bitch… He was fucked up all around, and I won't go into detail, but oftentimes I can even still manage to feel some pity and understanding for his pathetic self. Everytime I hear something about him that's similar to this, all that rings in my head is his rotten Catalan tongue, mouthing “el meu amic Lorca”. El meu mort amic Lorca! The way he could pronounce his name so shamelessly after Lorca died—only after Lorca died?— still infuriates me, even if they're both long gone now. I'll always think his wife had a reason beyond baseless jealousy to destroy some of those letters. I'm serious—their marriage was full of other partners (some consensual and acknowledged, some not so much), toxicity, sex and experimentalism. I just don't see anything else. I do also think Dalí had a lot of issues with sexuality, and not just in the queer sense… just… Sex. That's a conversation for another time THOUGH!

5.After the francoist dictatorship ended (80s-90s period here), people went absolutely crazy over their new freedom, that STD cases skyrocketed due to more sex and more drugs (and less safety). In 1981, the first case of HIV in Spain was registered: in 1994, over 7000 more cases were registered. That's what repression does!