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Ian Gibson:
"Reading
him, or seeing his plays, we enter a pre-logical world, presided over by the
moon, where man is one more strand in the intricate fabric of life. Lorca himself
liked the word ‘telluric’, and was perfectly aware that his was a primitive
mythical vision with deep roots in the ancient cultures and religions of the
Meditteranean."
G.F. Lorca was Orphic - that Orphic
indicates the Poet - as the transmitter. Milarepa also, is purely Orphic in
singing the Teachings. Transmission through Music and Beauty. Orpheus is born
through the Muse Tradition. He is essentially Hermetic, but takes the hermetic
Transmission through culture - and not theology, theory, or any "ism.' The
great fault of most of the material on Orpheus is that it is written from the
wrong side of the brain!
Lorca
was Orphic. Explore the possibility that Duende, as explained by Lorca in his
essay, can be seen as Bhakti? Alain Danielou extends this idea of Bhakti - and
links it to Bacchus, i.e. Dionysos. In the Robert Eisler article, Orpheus
the Fisher, we find evidence of the Sadu, or Mahasiddha tradition.
Orpheus would, I suspect, be of no fixed
address.
This is a poem by Lorca that shows Orphic
trends.
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Adam
Morning by tree of
blood is moistened
where the
newly-delivered woman groans.
Her voice leaves
crystals in the wound
and in the windows
a print of bones.
While the light
comes in secure and gains
white boundaries
of oblivious fable
in the rush from
the turmoil of the veins
towards the
clouded coolness of the apple.
Adam dreams in the
fever of clay
of a child which
draws near galloping,
with the double
throb of his cheek its way.
But another
obscure Adam sleeping
dreams neuter
seedless stone moon far away
were the child of
light will be kindling.
Lorca
The healing continues as a process but the
"wound" never closes because it is the wound of phenomological
existence itself. What Situ Rinpoche said about Healing.
"All that has dark sounds has
duende." Manuel Torres.
"The real struggle is with the
duende." Lorca.
"The moribund duende, dragging her
wings of rusty knives along the ground." Lorca.
Ian Gibson, Federico Garcia Lorca,
Faber & Faber, London, 1989, p. xxiv.