Рецензия на «Macondo» (Lxe)

Even if it were up to their good will to actually set forward for Macondo they're doomed to the blind alley of either orb or urb or both--'cause to feuds of their breed "no ending is clement". Then, Lxe, as far as I could spring from the Universe of Macondo in this masterpiece of yours, you seem to have applied the literary means of alogism with Aesopian intent. What I mean is the armchair's lair and the nailed shut door as the allegory of Macondo// The Markes' Dreamland has gone never to return.
Perhaps, who knows, there still has been raining cats and dogs for the golden fishes of Aureliano Boendia or blind Ursula or Remedios the Beauty, flying with the bedsheet, or alchemical Melkiades... Such a dustcareless liferoom, so pure an ecstasy of joy, that entire life, "immune to the statues", with neverending relish of eternity's close shave existence..!
Self-love, why not? supposed your selfness's not the urb's Narcissus but the delight never to be broken asunder into the feeling of flesh anyhow different from the sense of spirit! Such a delight is no longer to be sought/
Macondo had turned into the spiritual fossil like your "mineral silence"/
And your strayers, or guests, or absconders who might look very much ready for the flight with the man in the poncho but then from now on you'll never be sure which of them are touts pretending Macondo habitants' descendants... Thankful to you, Lxe , you've rung the bell with the most cherished image in days of my yore!
With my best regards

Павел Лесной 3   08.02.2022 12:55   •   Заявить о нарушении