What can anyone say about the Pogues or Garcia Lorca, for that matter, that hasn't been said?
"But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying"
Well, that's not bad for starters. Mr. MacGowan had a way with the words and one can only hope that, in the end, he is remembered for just that and not a way with a pint etc. This ode to the great Spanish poet doesn't shy away from the details while evoking a subdued beauty all it's own. As LitRock songs go, it's aces.
And if you are wondering about the Ignacio referred to in the first line of the song, here you go.
Here's a poem from Lilliput Review #17, November 1991, with a touch of a horror, and a fleeting (oh, wait, he said fleeing) revelation, all its own.
My animal face grimaces
---and flees again into darkness
because I've come too close
-----to rememberingDavid Richard
the birds remember Basho
translated by David G. Lanoue
PS Been doing this 15 weeks now - here's the entire list so far.