LIL PETITE'S ENDLESS GOLD FISH

Drft...wud.

HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE

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This stuff is magical realism.What one make of it ?
A lot. Probably 1 would fail to state how much 1 may try.
Anyhow
Here's my shot at it ..
Well Marquez paints in every paragraph he writes.
That's why it's a slow read.In fact it's more like seeing a painting being done realtime .Give it your best lazy moments of the day.So that you get all it's magical hue surfacing till it fills up the canvas.Then go to the next para.And don't try to finish this stuff...becoz it can't be done.
Confused !!!
But then some stories are not meant to end.
This is one such.


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MOCANDO :THE UNIVERSE OF MAGIC
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Paul Gaugain's Swineherd
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He paints an universe that don't exist in reality.
Conjures up Mocando and all it's fascinating characters.
It has a Wizard,a Rebel poet (prince),Lusty Brutes, Faithful followers,Gypsies,Mothers,Lovers ,Angels,Ghosts,Fantastic creatures that are mix of Ammadillos and Pigs.....everything.
Love,
Rebellion,
Pain,
insanity,
Ecstacy,
Orgy,
Brutality,
Entrepreneurship,
Epidemic,
Pragmatic stoicism,
Brotherhood,
Vengeance
Adventures
Amnesia...
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in an infinite unending yearn spun by Marquez.
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In the end he swipes off this magical universe.
Just like that.With an astounding finish...
It is cataclysmic in effect of rousing magical proportions.
The canvas which was pulsating with all sorts of teeming creatures,emotions & events gets sucked up into the Black Hole of Oblivion.
It blanks out with vicious abruptness.
Like an act of magic coming to an end.
With an Unforeseen Brutality.

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The church at Auvers Van Gouge painted in the last years of his life (1890)
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The story thus ends suddenly.
Leaving you kinda stupefied.
As if you are awakened from a siesta.
Like the reminiscences we have of our early morning dream.
Marquez fantasia ebbs back in.
Every time you are alone with yourself.
Making real sense of the Marquez magic.
In this bewitching Picture Book of His.
One starts to think...
Goosh !! it's so real !!
Coz It's a story about ME.
My relations
My lover
My neighbour
My enemies.
And Mocando
The fantastic village is but my Bonafide Turf.
A corner I call Home.
Where I Live,Fight,Make love,Make off-springs,Date angels and demons.
It's where I will Die someday.
And will comeback again in unending continuity.
To repeat the story once again.
Coz I am never tired of this story.
Can one be ????
Are You ????

Marquez wrote a story about My Real Universe...
And it's a magic I am living he tells me.
It's a Magic I wish to continue.
MOST DEFINITELY ,Yeah !!!
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Marquez won a noble in 1982 for MOCANDO and FOR ALL THE FANTASTIC CREATURES THERE.
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Too little a honor for
Little Aurillino,
The Failed Son
The Failed Lover ,
The Failed Rebel,
The Failed Poet...
Shy lil creator
of infinite sparkling Gold Fish..
for His Lil petite
Remedios Moscote.

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A Brief Sigh !!
For what seems like
Cien años de soledad(100 years of solitude)
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Phew !

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