Juan Rulfo AND DISAPPEARED IN MEXICO.
- "I killed the murmurs" .Why?
A politician kidnapped or disappeared in Mexico is the closest thing to
a character in Pedro Páramo, where the presidents were everything Or are,
remain ?. Even the good and the bad. The leaves of a tree did not move, if
there was no previous presidential order. However, they deny it. José López
Portillo told his 81 years: "I always acted far as I could, but with
righteousness."
In Comala as in Mexico, no other power than that of the patriarch:
"we are all children of Pedro Páramo" We are all children of Porfirio
Diaz and Lopez Portillo? The parodoja of this paternity without brake is
leading to drought. As the chief seizes more land and more women, the region
becomes a wasteland. Nothing escapes the actions of the chief, even the desert
represents a balance of his will. Pedro Paramo is the artificer of dust; the
"father of all" live among dead women, who dream of giving birth to a
shell. Land planted with ghosts, Comala is a wasteland. Pedro Paramo is a
corpse that breeds postponed.
In Mexico, the dead enforced disappearance acquire full autonomy and
police agent dissipates from their shadows, as in Comala. It is no wonder then,
a plethora of single words, spoken by untraceable or missing people. In this
tissue independent sentences, a cry through the night: "ay life, do not
deserve me!" or someone sings: "My girlfriend gave me a handkerchief
/ with banks to mourn ...". Who is this? "Noises. Voces. Rumors"
says the jailer. When I Preciado "dies" and becomes another herald
without a body, of the 275 disappeared during the "dirty war"
documented in the Mexican political system breaks its last bond with the
outside world: Comala Is Mexico? is already a separate space from its
surroundings; far, far away, are Los Confines. He speaks of Pedro Páramo has
led to questionable anthropological acclaim red note. Ensures that makes the
narrator Rulfo a skilled stenographer colloquial language and politically
correct missionary who gives voice to the voiceless, especially if they are
dead or disappeared without leaving court record.
Comala as any dungeon prisons in Mexico has used his own to such heat
that those who go to hell return for his blanket. Only memories of women
deprived of their freedom blowing a wind smelling of lemons. In this
wilderness, exhausted place, the outbreak of a leaf or the mention of water to
achieve a chilling effect, especially for those who have lived the experience
in "the little well" enough. In Comala, like the hijacked suffering
the pigpen in captivity, a mouth is satisfied if they give "something for
something".
No disappeared peasant spoke like character Rulfo, but few dialogues
seem so "real" as those of Pedro Páramo. This illusion of naturalness
depends on many resources from the hostile environment that agency sequestered,
to enrich their imagination and language: "if consent to me," until
you reach that poetry error: "you who have ears boys" , tautologies
almost metaphysical: "This proves what shows you" or "If I heard
only silence was because he was not yet used to the silence". After spending
"I apandado" bread and water three months. Or simply address the
rapid theater of the absurd: -¡Váyase much to hell! The withered leaves fall
schedule every day as if they were long years and not milliseconds in ignored
by Fox, history of Mexico. On the ground, dead leaves mingle with the broken
promises of President scattered for twelve months. Time has gone faster than
fifteen minutes of Vicente Fox.
Comala Is Mexico? Dangerously has become a nation of waste: souls
without bodies, leaves treeless names without faces. The latter is crucial to
thin the atmosphere: Damiana Cisneros, Hedwig Dyada, Fulgor Sedano, Toribio
Aldrete contribute to the feeling of suffocation: the people no one is
overpopulated. Juan Rulfo, poor gasket words like pebbles reaching unusual
eloquence. "Occasionally heard the sound of words, and I noticed the
difference because the words he had heard until then, until then I knew, had no
sound, no sounded, felt, but without sound, like you hear in dreams ".
Phrases tail biting and form rings of dust, "playing with the air giving
the leaves glitter with playing the air."
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