GCSE Drama

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GCSE Drama

• Paper 1, Unit 1

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• Guernica by Pablo Picasso

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• I stand with life against death, for peace
  against war.
• Pablo Picasso

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• A LAS BARRICADAS
• Confederación Nacional de Trabajo
• Negras tormentas agitan los aires
• nubes oscuras nos impiden ver.
• Aunque nos espere el dolor y la muerte
• contra el enemigo nos llama el deber.
• El bien mas preciado
• es la libertad
• hay que defenderla
• con fe y con valor.
• Alza la bandera revolucionaria
• que llevara al pueblo a la emancipacion
• En pie obrero a la batalla
• hay que derrocar a la reaccion
• A las Barricadas! A las Barricadas! por el
  triunfo de la Confederacion.

• TO THE BARRICADES
• Black storms agitate the winds
• Dark clouds won't allow us to see
• Although we are waiting for pain and death
• Against the enemy we are called to go
• The most precious good
• is liberty
• And it must be defended
• With courage and faith
• Raise the revolutionary flag
• Which calls the people to emancipation
• March, worker, to the battle
• We have to smash the reaction
• To the Barricades!
• To the Barricades!
• For the triumph
• of the Confederation.

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In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead
of any other country in the world. Attributed
to Frederico Garcia Lorca, playwright
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The town of Guernica after the blitz in 1937
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• Bombing Casualties Spain
• Dolls' faces are rosier but these were children
• their eyes not glass but gleaming gristle
• dark lenses in whose quicksilvery glances
• the sunlight quivered. These blenched lips
• were warm once and bright with blood
• but blood
• held in a moist bleb of flesh
• not spilt and spatter'd in touseled hair.
• In these shadowy tresses
• red petals did not always
• thus clot and blacken to a scar.
• These are dead faces
• wasps' nests are not more wanly waxen
• wood embers not so grely ashen.
• They are laid out in ranks
• like paper lanterns that have fallen
• after a night of riot

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• If I were to live another hundred years I
  couldn't say enough. How can something so small,
  a gun, a knife, bring down a bull of a man? The
  months trail past, and the pain still stings my
  eyes and pulls at my hair. And my two dead boys
  lie silent, slowly filling with grass, turning to
  dust
• Extract from Blood Wedding by Lorca