When surrealism hits the mark for me, there's something natural rather than forced about it. The juxtaposition of images connects organically, without need for the intervening steps.
That's why Lorca is among the writers who serve as a touchstone for me. Besides, I can more or less follow his Spanish in the original, not a given with other Spanish masters I've admired and enjoyed – Jorge Borges, Garbriel Marquez Garcia, Pablo Neruda, Octavio Paz, for instance. His volumes are the first I pull from the shelf in that direction.
I love the way he saw New York, by the way – did it influence my novel Subway Visions?
Add to that the tragedy of his life being cut short by Nationalists at the outbreak of the Spanish civil war.
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