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27. The Dandy. I have a sculpturesque body,/ And I am dexterous in love./ For I am handsome— yes, sir!/ Both from behind and from in front.
27. The Dandy. I have a sculpturesque body,/ And I am dexterous in love./ For I am handsome— yes, sir!/ Both from behind and from in front.

27. The Dandy. I have a sculpturesque body,/ And I am dexterous in love./ For I am handsome— yes, sir!/ Both from behind and from in front.

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  • 100 Original Woodcuts by Posada
Artist (Mexican, 1852 - 1913)
Date1947
ClassificationsPrint
MediumColor woodcut
DimensionsImage area: 3 3/16 x 2 3/4 in. (8.1 x 7 cm) Sheet: 9 3/16 x 6 5/16 in. (23.3 x 16 cm)
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.23.27
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
51. On Losing a Job. I was a quack, a shyster,/ A bureaucrat, and a poet./ Now I am not worth a cent;/ I am one of those sad unemployed.
51. On Losing a Job. I was a quack, a shyster,/ A bureaucrat, and a poet./ Now I am not worth a cent;/ I am one of those sad unemployed.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
22. Politician. And, so, with abject hand/, I arrived, a great post to occupy;/ Was not I a good Mexican?/ I am laughing and ...that is all!!
22. Politician. And, so, with abject hand/, I arrived, a great post to occupy;/ Was not I a good Mexican?/ I am laughing and ...that is all!!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
65. Calaveras. The Englishman’s a calavera./ A scamp? Yes, Sir!/ The French are calaveras too;/ The Chinaman, the American,/ The Pope and all the Cardinals,/ Kings and dukes and counselors/ And the chief of state./ In the tomb they are equal—/ Calaveras in the grave.
65. Calaveras. The Englishman’s a calavera./ A scamp? Yes, Sir!/ The French are calaveras too;/ The Chinaman, the American,/ The Pope and all the Cardinals,/ Kings and dukes and counselors/ And the chief of state./ In the tomb they are equal—/ Calaveras in the grave.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Image Not Available for 10. The Successful Writer. “How weighty am I!”/ Says the author of these verses./ “When you speak of weight,/ “I consult my cash-box.”
10. The Successful Writer. “How weighty am I!”/ Says the author of these verses./ “When you speak of weight,/ “I consult my cash-box.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
90. Candidate. I am a candidate for a seat, / I hope to be President,/ Look! I’ll go through on my goatee/ And my cascading mustaches.
90. Candidate. I am a candidate for a seat, / I hope to be President,/ Look! I’ll go through on my goatee/ And my cascading mustaches.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
59. Old Writer. I am an old writer/ Always in need of money;/ Better had I been a baker,/ Stevedore or shoemaker.
59. Old Writer. I am an old writer/ Always in need of money;/ Better had I been a baker,/ Stevedore or shoemaker.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
54. Adjuster Tequila. Whatever the caprice or even shock—/ Toward a tranquil life/ I always adjust myself:/ Here I am, Adjuster Tequila.
54. Adjuster Tequila. Whatever the caprice or even shock—/ Toward a tranquil life/ I always adjust myself:/ Here I am, Adjuster Tequila.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
48. Pariah. I am a Pariah, an outcast,/ But I live happily;/ For me, stew is breast of chicken,/ And a few bones, a joint of meat.
48. Pariah. I am a Pariah, an outcast,/ But I live happily;/ For me, stew is breast of chicken,/ And a few bones, a joint of meat.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947