Flamencos and Aficionados

The Nai’tfl
The Spanish martyr
Said the blue light
Of Spanish dancers
Is like the blue light
Of the hemlock forest

Of this light he said
The hemlocks absorb just enough
To survive the numbing winter
And emerge dancing
On the winds of spring

Of these winds he said
Spanish dancers cannot get enough
To cool their unearthly passion
And so in summer
Often burn up

Flamencrostics
Moonlit
Ontological
Nights
Teeter
On
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Answers

Simmering
Agile
Brilliant
Intensity
Cloaked
Around
Sunlight

Rich
Inverted
Contemplative
Animated
Reckless
Delicious
Open

Passionate
Angelic
Cool
Ornamental

(Above: Homage to the four greatest flamenco guitarists: Ramon Montoya, Sabicas, Nino de Ricardo, and Paco de Lucia.)

Master of the Buleria
Diamond among
Iberian
Emeralds whose
Greatness lingers
Over musty caves

Delighting for all time
Enthusiastic and rapt
Listeners

Giant of flamenco
Artists, who learned from the
Stars
To remind the world
Of the
Rhythms of Creation

(Above: Homage to guitarist Diego del Gastor.)

I Told You About a Lot of Flamenco Singers
So now you shall hear
Of the daredevil feats of Manuel Torre
Before he took off his shirt
And refused to sing

(Above: Homage to early great flamenco singer.)

Bravo José Menese!
Mucho gusto
José Menese
Master
Of silences

Es el maestro
De silencios
Es la noche

(Above: Homage to contemporary flamenco singer I heard at the Seville flamenco Bienal in 2000.)

Waiting for Lorca
You walk in the shade
Waiting

Lie near the fountain
Squeezing your fingers

Old men drink
Cold beer and chatter

The crops are dusty

You wait on a
Bench, silent

Enter Lorca’s house
At exactly 5 o’clock

In the afternoon