Pedro Calderon de La Barca

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Pedro Calderón de la Barca y Henao was a dramatist of the Spanish Golden Age.Calderón initiated what has been called the second cycle of Spanish Golden Age theatre. Whereas his predecessor, Lope de Vega, pioneered the dramatic forms and genres of Spanish Golden Age theatre, Calderón polished and perfected them. Whereas Lope's strength lay in the sponteneity and naturalness of his work, Calderón's strength lay in his capacity for poetic beauty, dramatic structure and philosophical depth. Calderón was a perfectionist who often revisited and reworked his plays, even long after they debuted. This perfectionism was not just limited to his own work: many of his plays rework existing plays or scenes by other dramatists, improving their depth, complexity, and unity. (Many European playwrights of the time, such as Molière, Corneille and Shakespeare, reworked old plays in this way.) Calderón excelled above all others in the genre of the "auto sacramental", in which he showed a seemingly inexhaustible capacity to giving new dramatic forms to a given set of theological constructs. Calderón wrote 120 "comedias", 80 "autos sacramentales" and 20 short comedic works called "entremeses"

  • Primary profession
  • Writer·soundtrack
  • Country
  • Spain
  • Nationality
  • Spanish
  • Gender
  • Male
  • Birth date
  • 17 January 1600
  • Place of birth
  • Madrid
  • Death date
  • 1681-05-25
  • Death age
  • 81
  • Place of death
  • Madrid
  • Education
  • Colegio Imperial de Madrid
  • Knows language
  • English language·Spanish language
  • Member of
  • Order of Santiago

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Quotes

When love is not madness it is not love.

In this treacherous worldNothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the colorOf the crystal through which one sees it,one may know how to gain victory, and know not how to use it,Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confessAn unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akinIn missing each that salutory reinOf reason, and the grinding will of man.

For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.

When love is not madness it is not love.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?.

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