Nunca fui a Granada
Last night a young Spanish poet, Isabel Cadenas, showed me her blog: nuncafuiagranada.blogspot.com. When I asked her why she chose that line from Rafael Alberti’s homage to Federico García Lorca, victim of a fascist firing squad in the first month of the civil war, she replied “Because I’ve never been to Granada.” Alberti hadn’t either, but I took him to that darkly beautiful Andalusian city in the spring on 1982, his first visit. I was directing a study abroad program for Dartmouth College and had brought Alberti the year before to Hanover, NH to participate in a symposium on art and literature of the Spanish Civil War. (It was then that I first became a member of ALBA.)
Alberti spent a week with me in Granada, giving a reading in the patio of Puentezuelas to hundreds of adoring students and local poets, a public interview in the Facultad de Filosofía y Letras at the University of Granada, a private visit to the Alhambra at night, and visit to El Barranco de Víznar, Lorca’s burial site. The highlight of the trip for me was the last day, when I borrowed a friend’s car and drove Rafael to the mountains south of Granada, Las Alpujarras, for lunch. He recited the poetry of Góngora on the ride there and back, until I dropped him at the airport.
I am grateful to Isabel Cadenas for sparking this memory.
Nice memory. The link to Isabel Cadenas’s blog doesn’t work, though.
Link fixed!