Wednesday, December 26, 2007

fuente, full of tuna

It takes a village...



Lope de Vega
got the picture back in 1600's Spain: the glory, the darkness, the gory, the triumph. What else is there.
Having written between 1,500 to 2,200 plays during his life,
Fuente Ovejuna, based on a real story, tells a tale of the power of
the people united.

Early exposure to this drama in its language of genesis, bless Spanish teachers again, melded with that of Coconino County, surely influenced the newest version of the play: Fuente Full of Tuna

Demon kat crossed with li'l angel, Lope's back:


Lying in a work titled Portable Confessional, which Li'l Lope would soon destroy in a fit of creative fervor right after this photo was taken, one can only think that he was dissatisfied with its syntax. so was I.
A keyring of the pope, blessed by his holiness no less, hung from its middle.
Exhibited in several shows, perhaps destined to be a masterwork.
Now a cat bed.

Time to march on and give up the cross seems to be Li'l Lope's
familiar message and so it goes.

Back to senior: poet, soldier, scholar, priest, lover, sailor, prisoner, writer, rich man, poor man, Lope did it all. Always found the escape hatch of reinvention just as he was about to be trapped.
Lived nine lives in the course of one.

As fate would have it, Li'l Lope jumped the fence for the first time today.
Hard to keep 'em down on the farm, now they've heard the chickadee.
True to form as his namesake, the more you try to contain him, the crazier he gets. Could it bea those café anthems piped in on streaming mimi chanteurs.org all day long. Wailing about freedom from love, freedom to love, freedom from the Germans, freedom from it all.

Which is all the fuente ovejuna-ers wanted. Free to be.

And they make it so:
pardoned for the crime of self-defense against a tyrant
by those in plein aire control, the village is released, united,
to breathe the intoxicating air of liberation at last.

so the power-brokers can achieve the ultimate goal of mano a mano warfare,
using the villagers against Muslims.
Defeat of the infidel is assured in the face of a village
united.

maybe the next cat will come back as Joe Campbell Junior and help 'splain some things.

2 comments:

d. witherow said...

mims, what the hell are you talking about?
I have just read your last entry. Have the cats won? Love ya. D

MaryK said...

dear dale,
yes.
they are the champeens.
p.s. i believe you are partially to blame.
i will publish evidence in next post.
xoxox
mk