Кто они - три тени, путь которых кажется бесконечным, ибо они не ведают цели? Их принимают то за студентов, то за ангелов, даже за наемных убийц. Их притягивает голос Генерала. "С одной стороны - шепот из глубины нашего нутра, с другой - плотоядное томление пустоты..."
Знаменитый чилийский кинорежиссер, исследователь языка Таро и психошаманизма Алехандро Ходоровский открывает тайну трех теней.
Better known for his surreal films El Topo and The Holy Mountain filmed in the early 1970s, Alejandro Jodorowsky is also an accomplished writer of graphic novels and a psychotherapist. He developed Psychomagic, a combination of psychotherapy and shamanic magic. His fans have included John Lennon and Marilyn Manson.
Once more I find it difficult with rating, because its always like that when you have to assess someone's surreal disgustingly provocative beautiful dream. Beauty? In a monstrous! Understanding of what has happening? Around zero. Allusions? Uh, I don't know. Something somewhere glimmers. Fantasy of author? The brightest... ad nauseam.
About story, by the way. Story, for the record, quite slim, while periodically interrupted by ecstatic vomit of intelligence. It is journey of certain three in strange, magical and nightmarish lands. They are strangers in area, they don't have memory, and local mixed-up mutants, time and again, propose the three to play a new role. And this proposal so tempting, the three look good in those costumes, they are so tight accreted to amnesiac skin that simply feel good to see. Cross-cutting theme throughout narrative goes to General. He spoke in caps with vast screens, they lionize, hate, love, desire and scared of him. General give a commands that cannot be disobey, he is everything. He create this rotting immortal world. And he creates you once, dum-dum, just when he get indigestion. And so on, including ideal vaginas, the ghost train, dead people, mutants, mongols, urine emanating from, um, you'd better won't imaging, condors, red light, blood tank - it is a power source, slime, rot and lotuses. And the emptiness that contains all of it and manufactures, because it is versatile material, it is under skin, out of skin and instead of skin.
Special greetings to the dude in sports shorts that yesterday looked in my E-book in bus and even lost his balance, has stalled, then shift his gaze. I understand and sympathise. Art work, Jesus Christ.
Un libro maravilloso (como todos los de Alejandro Jodorowsky), dificil de describir, que juega de una manera magistral con las identidades de los personajes, dejandonos con la sensación de no saber que son, que buscan... y de esta manera, ser como un espejo de nosotros mismos, reflejados en ellos. Escrito en una especie de prosa poética, nos lleva de manera vertiginosa a recorrer rincones aun no descubiertos en nuestra alma, dejandonos totalmente desnudos ante nosotros mismos. Se puede decir que es metafísica y psicología en poesía.
Pueden escribirse inmensidad de citas memorables, pero escribo la primera que surje al azar: "Los conceptos fijos tienen un contenido móvil que se esquiva ofreciendo la posibilidad de infinitas interpretaciones"
Un'accozzaglia, un vortice borborigmico, una glossolalia di parole e immagini sconclusionate al cui interno, di tanto in tanto, brilla qualche incredibile gemma verbale, qualche metafora luminosa, qualche concetto illuminante. Ma è poco, pochissimo per riscattare tutta la fanghiglia linguistica che si agita scomposta nelle pagine di quest'opera prima di Jodorowsky, al tempo stampata in cinquecento esemplari (chiediamoci il perché). Consigliato a chi ha apprezzato Il pasto nudo di Borroughs e similari, alle cui vette insensate può essere, con le dovute cautele, avvicinato.
Tres sujetos desmemoriados, en apariencia idénticos, y unidos por un íntimo e inextricable vínculo recorrerán un estrafalario país gobernado por la férrea mano de un líder omnipresente y omnipotente, mitad Pablo Neruda, mitad Pinochet (sic), con el propósito de hallar una explicación a su existencia y resolver qué o quiénes son ellos.
En cada capítulo el trío de caminantes con gabardina, sombrero y gafas adopta un nuevo rol que les es dado por las personas o las circunstancias que les salen al paso, en una singladura a lo Mago de Oz en pos de Ciudad Esmeralda pero en una versión sicalíptica, demencial y excrementicia que hará las delicias de toda la famil…