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In 1926: living at the edge of time - Monoskop

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MALE = FEMALE (GENDER TROUBLE) 395<br />

This convergence <strong>of</strong> implicit homosexual <strong>at</strong>traction with <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>me <strong>of</strong><br />

loss and recuper<strong>at</strong>ion <strong>of</strong> precarious intellectual certainty is by no means<br />

exclusive to Mann's story. Having spent <strong>the</strong> previous summer with Salvador<br />

DaH and feeling increasing physical desire for him, Federico Garcia<br />

Lorca publishes a long, complex ode to his friend in <strong>the</strong> April issue <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> Revista de Occidente (E<strong>the</strong>rington-Smith, 62ff.). It contains no overt<br />

reference to <strong>the</strong> poet's homosexual longings, but from <strong>the</strong> outset it is<br />

filled with images <strong>of</strong> geometry, measurement, and transparent order: "A<br />

rose in <strong>the</strong> high garden th<strong>at</strong> you desire. / A circle in <strong>the</strong> pure syntax <strong>of</strong><br />

steel" (Garcia Lorca, 618). Gradually <strong>the</strong> reader becomes aware th<strong>at</strong> this<br />

motif points to something which has been lost and is urgently needed:<br />

A desire for forms and limits defe<strong>at</strong>s us.<br />

Here comes <strong>the</strong> man who sees with <strong>the</strong> yellow straight<strong>edge</strong>.<br />

Venus is a white still-life<br />

And <strong>the</strong> butterfly collectors flee.<br />

(Garda Lorca, 619)<br />

Lorca's admir<strong>at</strong>ion for DaH <strong>the</strong> painter-and for DaH <strong>the</strong> beloved who<br />

fails to respond to his love, yet does not reject it-is manifested as praise<br />

<strong>of</strong> an artist who, r<strong>at</strong>her than pretending th<strong>at</strong> he has found certainty,<br />

never gives up his search for guideposts and limits, and who continues<br />

in full awareness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> endlessness <strong>of</strong> this quest:<br />

0, Salvador DaH, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> olive voice!<br />

I do not praise your imperfect adolescent paintbrush,<br />

Or your palette, which haunts <strong>the</strong> color <strong>of</strong> your <strong>time</strong>,<br />

But I praise <strong>the</strong> yearning <strong>of</strong> your imperfection.<br />

I sing your beautiful striving for C<strong>at</strong>alan light,<br />

Your love <strong>of</strong> wh<strong>at</strong> cannot possibly be explained.<br />

I sing <strong>of</strong> your astronomical and tender heart.<br />

(Garda Lorca, 619, 621)<br />

From a <strong>the</strong>m<strong>at</strong>ic viewpoint, no text could be more different from Mann's<br />

"Unordnung und fruhes Leid" and Garcia Lorca's "ada a Salvador<br />

DaH" than T. E. Lawrence's Seven Pillars <strong>of</strong> Wisdom, a voluminous<br />

account <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> effect <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Gre<strong>at</strong> War on Arabia. Never<strong>the</strong>less, <strong>the</strong>

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