FLASH
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That Verse of Kadare "You who have gone to the moon, how can you not penetrate to my chest" you repeated hundreds of times to yourself while running away...
The dream sees. The smell of sturgeon intoxicates you. At night in the forest have you ever slept. The despair that the twilight causes is your constant friend. In the sea of a tear drop, you have drowned several times.
You have read at least two or three tragedies by Shakespeare, some novels from classical literature, some novels by Zvajg, Chekhov, etc.
I know by heart some poems by Shakespeare, Goethe, Lasgushi, Lermontov.
It is clear that you need talent not only to write but also to read.
Have you noticed that sometimes a single sentence impresses you more than a whole novel.
With what he said that: "There is always a way to throw ashes in the eyes of the suspecting state", you completely agree.
That hell is full of mediocre writers and poets who consider their own and each other's poems to be masterpieces, you have no objection.
I know that the founder of Endocrinology, not a doctor but a writer, is Balzac.
It is more than clear that Tolstoy could not respect Shakespeare, and that such dislikes between the greats of Literature are endless.
I know that a real book is not the book you read, but the book that reads you.
I have known for a long time why the writer is hit with slander and intrigue, while the engineer is never hit with irons and hooks.
The disgusting lice that say "as a writer is "something", but as a person "nothing" will bite you.
From the "collection of the collective" you were dirty.
The stocks of the youth made you want to vomit.
When the communist Picasso was making Guernica, bombs were going off outside. Suddenly, a bloody partisan who was chasing him to kill him entered the door. The partisan begged Picasso to hide it. Picasso told him;
- Don't stop me. I'm doing a Masterpiece that will save millions like you from now on.
And kicked him into the street, closed the door behind him.
They have said, or you have read, that Romen Rolan visited the Soviet Union at the height of Stalinist crime. No wonder why when he returned from that visit to the land of the Gulags, he didn't say a word about what he saw.
I have known for a long time that one of Saint Teresa's friends was Maurice Dyvalie, the dictator of Haiti, one of the bloodiest dictators the world has ever known.
I have no doubt that Ismail Kadare's heart does not run on diesel and his brain does not run on batteries, his skin is not made of asbestos, his bones are not made of duralumin.
You wonder how enlightening it is and how cringe-worthy "The Clerk of the Palace of Dreams" is to every sentient person in the world.
You noticed early on that in Kadare's books the dictator is the most schematic, the most washed-out, the flattest character, the party is non-existent or ridiculous, the communists are all primitive, fat, clumsy and regretful or desperate.
You were amazed when you noticed how passionately he describes them, and how diverse, how complex, Kadare presents the representatives of the "Inverted Class". Old woman Nurihan, for example, which is a human monument carved in diamond by the genius chisel of Kadare.
You laughed at the burning episodes, the spikes, the pins, which in Kadare's books are not four or five but hundreds.
You get breathless with pride when you think that if you didn't steal the elections and if you didn't make a mess, the West gives you what you want and how much you want, but writers like Kadare don't give you any. Not because you don't want to. Because it doesn't even exist for itself.
That Verse of Kadare "You who have gone to the moon, how can you not penetrate to my chest" you repeated hundreds of times to yourself while running away.
You are convinced that Ismail Kadare is the greatest writer in the world.
If the above seems silly to you, there's no problem, keep growing, eating, drinking, multiplying, sleeping, snoring, babbling, but don't dare to say that you know what Literature is.
But if you have no objection to the above;
A Hell full of miracles has opened its doors and awaits you. You have the Kadare code./ Pamphlet
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