morning I read in the press (in Madrid there is no evening papers) that the Santander Bank Foundation has published a book of Agustin de Foxa 1 containing little literary material known by this author, famous during the civil war and its aftermath, along with one of his plays in verse, best known Cui-Ping-Sing, which these days has earned the praise of Luis Maria Anson 2 and that According to this account, the director liked film, Juan Antonio Bardem, at odds ideologically with the Count de Foxa.
This news has reminded me that I was in my youth Foxá reader in an edition of his Complete Works (Volume I retain only) that English Press published in 1964. Have read, when you are twenty years to this Phalange official author, is one of those peccadilloes of youth over time has been occupied and which dissipate at this point in my life I have nothing to be ashamed.
Agustín de Foxa (1906-1959) is remembered today for his work than "very well done and something antañona" 3 for his rudeness and irony: "We rolled out fascism in Spain and let us go to live abroad", possibly blinded, under its apparent cynicism, a sensitive temperament. Diplomat since 1930 "a luxury in the diplomatic service," as he defined himself, was certainly hated by many college friends and mistreated by the ministry: "I sent back to the tropics, it is my certain death." I still remember seeing a picture of him posted on ABC where he saw his move to Madrid by air, and mortally wounded, lying on a stretcher. Augustine had a brother, Jaime, and seasoned pro Falangist hunter in the 60's of last century was much the "s boring" on English television (the only one then was) and came to be appointed civil governor of Toledo, where he is remembered also for his sentences, like that of "Toledo each time is farther away "to make explicit the communication problems that existed between Madrid and the Imperial City.
As I say, twenty years, I read Foxá (except for journal articles) and admit that I liked his poem "postmodern" románticoide classicism that was well suited to be recited "sotto voce" and thus linked with the girls that was the ultimate goal of my generation (and of which have happened then, I guess). I still remember some loose lines:
This news has reminded me that I was in my youth Foxá reader in an edition of his Complete Works (Volume I retain only) that English Press published in 1964. Have read, when you are twenty years to this Phalange official author, is one of those peccadilloes of youth over time has been occupied and which dissipate at this point in my life I have nothing to be ashamed.
Agustín de Foxa (1906-1959) is remembered today for his work than "very well done and something antañona" 3 for his rudeness and irony: "We rolled out fascism in Spain and let us go to live abroad", possibly blinded, under its apparent cynicism, a sensitive temperament. Diplomat since 1930 "a luxury in the diplomatic service," as he defined himself, was certainly hated by many college friends and mistreated by the ministry: "I sent back to the tropics, it is my certain death." I still remember seeing a picture of him posted on ABC where he saw his move to Madrid by air, and mortally wounded, lying on a stretcher. Augustine had a brother, Jaime, and seasoned pro Falangist hunter in the 60's of last century was much the "s boring" on English television (the only one then was) and came to be appointed civil governor of Toledo, where he is remembered also for his sentences, like that of "Toledo each time is farther away "to make explicit the communication problems that existed between Madrid and the Imperial City. As I say, twenty years, I read Foxá (except for journal articles) and admit that I liked his poem "postmodern" románticoide classicism that was well suited to be recited "sotto voce" and thus linked with the girls that was the ultimate goal of my generation (and of which have happened then, I guess). I still remember some loose lines:
" And where is that boy of communion and hoop
today, my blood of man, like a ghost play"
"To think that after I morning there will still die
that under a bright blue sky, spring
indifferent to my house season
incarnate in the silk of the roses "
I especially liked that verse that began:
"Thank you, because you gave me your grace and guessed
teenager in your womb collegiate water "
teenager in your womb collegiate water "
That the "college within " brought me yours about the " mouth párvula song "sufferer, which helped to create an ideal model girlfriend that he was only in my fevered mind.
I also read, I think it's a stretch, his novel " Madrid, Czech cutting", completed in September 1937, civil war, a kind of chronic subjective history of the conflict, seen and judged by a young lifetime rights and a critic, Jaime Siles, see, in my opinion, too, "one of the best novels of the twentieth century."
But what I liked most was his Foxá verse drama "Prom Captain" (1944), romantic drama set in the scene of the Carlist wars and, above all, "Cui-Ping Sing, "some of whose verses memorized. This work was premiered in the Teatro Principal in San Sebastian during the civil war, on December 28, 1938, before an audience, I imagine, composed mainly Falangists uniformed military and their families, which would be somewhat shocked by so beautiful and delicate "chinoiserie." The argument of the book, succinctly stated as follows:
The sweet and beautiful Cui-Ping-Sing is the only daughter of Afo, a longtime trainer of fish. They live alone in a cabin in a remote area of \u200b\u200bthe Empire. The father refuses to fishermen suitors of his daughter as too little to her. A day comes to the humble cottage, Hoang-Ti, prime minister and favorite of the emperor, the prototype of every wise man learned in books. Commissioned by their sovereign comes to take you to the Palace portraits of the most beautiful girls from all corners of the Empire, so choosing between them would be his new wife. While Chang, the painter who accompanied him on his journey, set in the canvas, perfect features of the girl, Hoang-Ti and Cui-Pig-Sing will love each other, to the satisfaction of the elderly parent concerned.
I also read, I think it's a stretch, his novel " Madrid, Czech cutting", completed in September 1937, civil war, a kind of chronic subjective history of the conflict, seen and judged by a young lifetime rights and a critic, Jaime Siles, see, in my opinion, too, "one of the best novels of the twentieth century." But what I liked most was his Foxá verse drama "Prom Captain" (1944), romantic drama set in the scene of the Carlist wars and, above all, "Cui-Ping Sing, "some of whose verses memorized. This work was premiered in the Teatro Principal in San Sebastian during the civil war, on December 28, 1938, before an audience, I imagine, composed mainly Falangists uniformed military and their families, which would be somewhat shocked by so beautiful and delicate "chinoiserie." The argument of the book, succinctly stated as follows:
The sweet and beautiful Cui-Ping-Sing is the only daughter of Afo, a longtime trainer of fish. They live alone in a cabin in a remote area of \u200b\u200bthe Empire. The father refuses to fishermen suitors of his daughter as too little to her. A day comes to the humble cottage, Hoang-Ti, prime minister and favorite of the emperor, the prototype of every wise man learned in books. Commissioned by their sovereign comes to take you to the Palace portraits of the most beautiful girls from all corners of the Empire, so choosing between them would be his new wife. While Chang, the painter who accompanied him on his journey, set in the canvas, perfect features of the girl, Hoang-Ti and Cui-Pig-Sing will love each other, to the satisfaction of the elderly parent concerned.
Cui-Ping-Sing, my daughter
our bamboo hut and mud came
happiness;
not miss it like a swan
that touches a window at night
and is lost after
Hoang-Ti this "casting" for the girl and so is recognized the painter:
I love because it is perfect and clear
as astronomy. My youth
dusty book raises in his mouth
Love that is matched by the beautiful who asked his beloved:
you love me my lord?
What this answer shaky
About this hut will
Blue Palace
With my touch our children
Our bleeding edge
bedroom garden will
kisses fall into the hive or
roses will know your mouth strawberry
butterflies and bees will dance in the bridal lamp.
Love sensed by Hoang-Ti from centuries ago:
Listen
What other rare cherry world
your voice heard? On which planet
slow snow bronzes and saw your eyes
a million centuries ago Where were you?
What other rare cherry world
your voice heard? On which planet
slow snow bronzes and saw your eyes
a million centuries ago Where were you?
finished their mission. Hoang-Ti and Chang have to return to the Emperor's Palace ells carrying with portraits of thirty girls pure, the most beautiful of the Empire. Hoang fears Cui-Pin-Sing is chosen to be Empress:
The other women but she is love.
The other pass,
look and kiss, they are blue lakes
on whose banks reflects the soul.
But she is not reflected
lake, drowning.
His flesh is immortal, is by far
and has lived for centuries with ours.
deserved
His chest feathers, or scales to protect
against the breeze in the morning.
has in her white fingers
key sources and dreams, his breath
polishes the mirror of the moon.
Huang-Ti think to hide the portrait, but it is impossible for the governor of the province where you live Cui-Pin-Sing has warned of its existence the Emperor. However, Chang convince the painter to shatter the beauty of his beloved in the material, deforming his smile.
On his return found that the atmosphere of the Court has changed. The tyrant Chancellor Liang, who hates Hoang-ti because years ago she refused to her niece as a wife, is the new favorite. Hoang-Ti is graciously received by the Emperor, who, impatient, began to contemplate the thirty portraits of the most beautiful women of the Empire. When looking at the portrait deformed Cui-Pin-Sing is attracted to his eye
On his return found that the atmosphere of the Court has changed. The tyrant Chancellor Liang, who hates Hoang-ti because years ago she refused to her niece as a wife, is the new favorite. Hoang-Ti is graciously received by the Emperor, who, impatient, began to contemplate the thirty portraits of the most beautiful women of the Empire. When looking at the portrait deformed Cui-Pin-Sing is attracted to his eye
His eyes wrapped me in silk
heart. Hot Kisses
I fly through the roof of the mouth
heart. Hot Kisses
I fly through the roof of the mouth
of their mouths torn But that breaks the harmony of her beautiful face and away from the preferences of the Emperor, while it approaches the love of Hoang-Ti:
Thanks, Fo-I, spirit of air, and genii
night.
Thank
severe shadows of my ancestors.
It's mine ... and forever.
My soul has two bloods,
my veins, two beats.
night.
Thank
severe shadows of my ancestors.
It's mine ... and forever.
My soul has two bloods,
my veins, two beats.
Hoang-Ti, which has left the Emperor, and left the court, lives with Cui-Pin-Sing, happy together for three years in the palace he had built on the old fisherman's hut , the girl's father, now deceased, but with the hidden fear that the sweet dream end abruptly. And so it goes. Chang, painter, confesses, including delusions, on his deathbed, deception and reveals where the couple is hidden. Known history, Liang, the powerful chancellor and rival of Hoang-Ti, tells the emperor who has to travel to the city where he lives willing to steal his wife.
Hoang-Ti, warned by his friend, the Astrologer the emperor, rejected the offer that makes him flee disguised as a fisherman and directed to prepare a welcoming banquet which should assist Cui-Pin-Sing. To save his love and escape the danger that stalks them, there is only one possibility of sacrifice: Cui-Pin-Sing shred her beauty, tearing his mouth with a knife, which is reached by love for her husband.
Hoang-Ti, warned by his friend, the Astrologer the emperor, rejected the offer that makes him flee disguised as a fisherman and directed to prepare a welcoming banquet which should assist Cui-Pin-Sing. To save his love and escape the danger that stalks them, there is only one possibility of sacrifice: Cui-Pin-Sing shred her beauty, tearing his mouth with a knife, which is reached by love for her husband.
If, for you, I tear off my husband's mouth
break my smile.
But tell me
"disfigured my beauty, you still love me?
More than ever.
To get there, beloved,
to the distant peaks of love, we needed
pain.
already have. Tonight
mix the flesh and spirit.
break my smile.
But tell me
"disfigured my beauty, you still love me?
More than ever.
To get there, beloved,
to the distant peaks of love, we needed
pain.
already have. Tonight
mix the flesh and spirit.
Emperor arrives with his entourage, longing to behold the beauty of Cui-Ping-Sing. While they wait for the end of dressing for dinner, the conversation revolves around the torture traitors deserve. Finally comes the bride, but instead of seeing disfigured, appears more beautiful than ever :
Como infamous ... ..! Instead afearse
enhanced her beauty.
is more beautiful than ever.
was stronger than his ambition.
Turned into Empress, Cui Ping-Sing lives surrounded by pleasures and loved by her husband the Emperor. But this feels the bitterness of jealousy when it comes the memory of Hoang-Ti:
But first loved you. He had
your dawn of love, grace
your chest
intact and unspoilt
your eyes and flush your skin only knew
silk, air, water.
He enjoyed the silliness of your lips
the timid ignorance of your fingers to touch his body
transfigured touch on the touch
The routes taught you desire.
Jealousy that are fanned by the evil Chancellor Liang:
Hoang-Ti
should die Can not remember the law?
death penalty who usurp the thalamus of Prince
The lips that kissed your wife
should have the earth between his teeth .
Knowing sentenced to death, and Cui Hong-Ti-Ping-Sing are seen :
Hoang-Ti, Hoang-Ti ... shocked to see that troubles my heart
is resurrecting the past, when he was just a dream
is true ... we dreamed
together ... down South ... There
loved a girl, daughter
a lovely old fish.
His face resembles that of the Empress, Our Lady. I accept the blame
can guess in your eyes ... The irony
that contain your words ...
not accuse you, Cui-Ping-Sing: allows you to call this old name
smelling flower and girl.
not blame you at all.
destination is playing with men, and gives
scepters or sores, or coffins
gardens;
meeting today and tomorrow apart.
... ..
The Empress of China do not care.
glass and porcelain doll
decorating the halls and gondolas
ambitious and cruel ... there I leave ...
white girl But your face recalls the sweet
Cui-Ping-sing, which among mulberry
embroidered and smiled ...
that come to look in your eyes
and I, in your face,
rebuild his face and blurred.
She's mine and I keep in my memory
like a coffin.
Hoang-Ti serene progress towards implementation. Knowing his fate, has entrusted his servants, after a few minutes, take home his coffin. Repentant Emperor wants to stop the execution but it is too late, the order is fulfilled. The evil Liang, instigator of the crime, will receive the same punishment .
do not know if this argument, here awkwardly reflected, or the characters in this play, or hot lines, will appeal to people today. The most likely not. Tastes change with each generation, as the customs and fashions, but to do today, many years, this reading of Cui Ping-Sing, I felt a pinch in the heart of nostalgia for the yellow time of the photographs, that in which we were young and, so, exactly, but naive and amorous.
© Manuel Martínez Bargueño
November 2010
do not know if this argument, here awkwardly reflected, or the characters in this play, or hot lines, will appeal to people today. The most likely not. Tastes change with each generation, as the customs and fashions, but to do today, many years, this reading of Cui Ping-Sing, I felt a pinch in the heart of nostalgia for the yellow time of the photographs, that in which we were young and, so, exactly, but naive and amorous.
© Manuel Martínez Bargueño
November 2010
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NOTES
1. "Agustín de Foxa . Nostalgia, privacy and aristocracy." Jordi Amat edition. Fundación Banco de Santander. Madrid, 2010.
2. Luis María Anson. " Cui-Ping-Sing ." The Cultural and World 12.11.2010.
3. Luis Antonio de Villena. "Nostalgia , intimacy and aristocracy" . The Cultural, 12.11.2010.
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