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Ben Sidran - On Defeating Death (Absent Soul) lyrics
On Defeating Death It’s my great privilege and pleasure to be here tonight. You all know the story, but maybe in the telling, we can help to get it right. You know the story, sixty-two years ago, only days before he was arrested, they came to this house—esta casa ante sus ojos. They were searching for Federico Garcia lorca. And you know, they took this piano, this piano, they tore off its legs…they tore off its arms…they tried to pluck out its arms. Ah, but you see this piano still sings. They were searching for a radio transmitter they thought he had hidden inside this piano. It’s true. This piano. They thought he was using it to communicate with the communists in Russia. They were so stupid: he was not using it to communicate with the Russians. He was communicating with the Cubans, with the Americans, with the French, with the British, with the Japanese, with the Chinese, with people all over the world. And he did not need a radio transmitter. He had his art. A few days later, they took him to an olive grove near Fuente Grande. The Arabs called it “The Fountain of Tears;” they built the aqueduct to carry the water down to Granada, right here to esta casa ante sus ojos. Nearby this pool, this fountain of tears, he was assassinated, just before sunrise, sixty-two years ago. He was left there, in a shallow grave, and he returned to the earth and to the water. The water he loved, the water he feared. “Agua que no desemboca” (the water with no way out). He left life as he lived life—on the rim of the well. It was on the rim of the well where he battled, hand to hand, with the duende. The duende, as he wrote in his great essay…the duende which only appears when there is the possibility of death. He said he “fought a duel to the death with his heart…to free it from the impossible passion which destroys…and to construct the truly alive, wide awake poem, where beauty and horror, the ineffable and the repugnant, exist side by side…” “The duende,” he said, “squeezes the lemons of death.” That’s beautiful. The lemons of death. I once asked Miles Davis about the “pretty notes” he played. Miles Davis said, “pretty notes…it’s just like putting lemons on fish…” The duende, of course, is at his most impressive in the bullring. Lorca said, “the torero bitten by duende gives a lesson in Pythagorean music.” And he also said that the death of his friend, the torero Ignacio Sanchez, was “an apprenticeship for his own death.” And it was; Garcia Lorca, too, was killed by the bull. By the bull of ignorance, the bull of intolerance, the bull of ambition, that great bull that stalked this place sixty-two years ago. Like Ignacio, he was gored by the bull even while his friends begged him to leave the corrida. Lorca said, “A dead man in Spain is more alive as a dead man than anyplace else in the world…” And it’s true. In Spain, one is not truly living unless one is truly dying. It is part of what the great philosopher Miguel de Unamuno called “The Tragic Sense of Life.” You know this. Unamuno wrote, “To act in such a way as to make our annihilation an injustice, in such a way as to make our brothers, our sons, and our brothers’ sons (and their daughters), feel that we ought not to have died…this is the way…we are impelled to stamp others with our seal, to perpetuate ourselves in them and in their children…this is the way…” This is the way we defeat death. This is the way death is defeated. They say that in this piano, the spirit of Federico Garcia Lorca lives. We say he never died… Absent Soul From Garcia Lorca’s “Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias” The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house. The child does not know you porque te has muerto para siempre. The back of the stone does not know you, nor the black satin in which you crumble Your silent memory does not know you porque te has muerto para siempre. Porque te has muerto para siempre like all the dead of the Earth like all the dead who are forgotten in a heap of lifeless dogs. Nobody knows you. No. But I will call your name For posterity I sing of your profile and grace Porque te has muerto para siempre. Porque te has muerto para siempre like all the dead of the Earth like all the dead who are forgotten in a heap of lifeless dogs. Tardara mucho tiempo en nacer, si es que nace, un andaluz tan claro, tan rico de aventura. Yo canto su elegancia con palabras que gimen y recuerdo una brisa triste por los olivos Porque te has muerto para siempre. |
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