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(Essay and Shor-Story) -Essay- By: Luciano R. Frías -Chachín- Matthew 16:16. (Authorized King James Version) "Scattered by the face of the earth, diverse of color and factions, one thing -the Secret- unite them and it will unite them until the end of their days." To Jesús Arias, Borgesian without remedy. In "The Ineffable Death", the San Cristóbal writer Orlando Alcántara once again dazzles us with his diaphanous and clear-cut prose. Without any superfluous pretensions, this short-story, awarded a honor mention in the 1997 version of the literary contest at Casa de Teatro, is an exercise of semantic and syntactic rigour. Like a good storyteller, Alcantara drives us through the brief narrative up to his final objective, without neither a detour nor a useless digression, like a well-aimed arrow that doesn't miss the mark. Written in first person, the story refers the happening of the death-conversion of Adam Pharisee, an intellectual of a dissolute and turbulent life, who -in spite of it- has left an extensive work that we guess to be passionate. Therefore, the severe storyteller-testament executor finds himself trapped in the dilemma of publishing it or, due to the fact that he judges it so sinful like the same life of Adam Pharisee, condemning it to the "ostracism of silence". It is unavoidable to feel an autobiographical smell in "The Ineffable Death" (maybe the odor of a lit cigarette). The theme is displayed with too much honesty and courage. On times of lax relativism, the author takes a stand, makes a confession of faith. It's true, he nakedly exposes himself up, indeed he runs the risk of being crucified. But at the same time he throws on our faces the very Adam Pharisee that all of us are, because we suffer the "quiet desperation" (Joyce) that produces in us the certainty of death. All of us walk devilishly, trying to forget that we are prisoners, equally condemned to capital punishment. There are not valid alibis, nobody is enthusiastic about the idea of total annihilation, absolute and eternal. There are no happy suicides. Nevertheless, not to be exceedingly grave, "The Ineffable Death" possesses a subtle and well performed ludicrous mechanism, which turns around a symbolic axis. At the end, it doesn't stop to cause surprise and, the most celebratoriest reaction of all, humor. It is a magnificent testimony that once read will provoke a certain vibration in the soul of some "unaware reader". And for sure, to all of us, it will spring up some questions. (May the glory be to Yahweh!) By: Orlando Alcántara F. (Cristorly) To Fidel Munnigh, because he corrected it and he also liked it; to Luciano Rafael Frías -Chachín-, because he is my friend in Jesus Christ; and to Tony Adames, because he taught me the Biblical Truth! Zechariah 4:6. (Authorized King James Version). I am the one and only witness of the ineffable death of the satanic writer ADAM PHARISEE. Out of his turbulent existence, there is a single vestige remaining: A lit cigarette on the ashtray which in life belonged to the deceased poet. So far his works stay unpublished. I have the hateful responsibility of publishing his texts. I fear that the toxic flavor of his poisonous pages will force me to condemn all of them to the ostracism of silence. Even though being full of ups and downs, all his live was a single sin. The writer ADAM PHARISEE openly enjoyed the pleasures of his flesh: Hated the neighbor; took part in Politics; sympathized with Communism; was sadomasochist and gay; lied and stole; blasphemed and fornicated. He never killed, but with his furious words annihilated imaginary worlds and re-created verbal universes that then he murdered away with one phrase, with a simple word. He never knelt down to worship any pagan idol, but his heart praised unendingly the god of darkness in his various worldly manifestations. He never committed adultery, because he didn't join legally to any woman. He never used the name of Jehovah in vain, because before dying he didn't know it (in other words, he barely knew it). His unexpected death finished up with the empire of Satan the Devil in his flesh of clay. The profane manuscripts of ADAM PHARISEE are overcharged with subtle impurities wisely disguised by an extreme Humanism in search of personal achievement without neither God nor Christ. I dare to say that his brilliant prose ultimately would destroy the foundations of the creative imagination in any unaware reader. I discard, therefore, that his literary works will be honored with the posthumous award of publishing -petty crust of defeated posterity-. For assessing his manuscripts with harsh words, Jesus Christ ought to forgive me. It's a must that my verb be severe when judging his pages, because ADAM PHARISEE was a character whose days fluctuated between the authentic and the fake, between the total dependency and the biggest autonomy. I don't pretend neither to justify myself nor to rationalize the virtual offence. I have in front of me his texts. I look at them; I re-read them. I feel ashamed knowing that ADAM PHARISEE founded "The Club of the Atheists", high-class spot where multitudes used to meet in order to please their penises. Jehovah is my witness. I must be unforgiving. There are no shortcuts! There is no escape! ADAM PHARISEE lived unscrupulously up to the day when he finished investigating the Bible. After denying the revealed truth for a long time, and -more noticeably yet- after unending heated debates with several of his House Church Unitarian Universalist friends, in the privacy of his room he knelt down embracing the Bible. He humbly pleaded to Jehovah of the hosts to cleanse his wickedness with the atoning blood of His Son, Jesus Christ. The classic biblical verse of John 3:16 came up to his mind: "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." His heart pounded; his soul trembled. He knelt down for a time that seemed eternal due to the sublimity in the peace that suddenly invaded his contrite being. Now people surround me with their questions. I tell them that ADAM PHARISEE just died, that he passed away to a better life. They can't dig me, and I confess to them that someday I will write down the unique and true story of the writer ADAM PHARISEE. I don't know if I will publish his texts. I just know that I feel uneasy when people approach me asking about the extinct bard. Now I am measuring up his complete works. Before dying, I promised to the deceased poet that I would publish his texts. The task of resurrecting him out of the ashes of the lit cigarette that it's still burning up inceasingly -burning itself up and burning up inside of me at the same time- is indeed a heroic enterprise -in a way a titanic one- that someday I will endeavor myself to do, knowing that my biographee doesn't deserve to be remembered not even by the woman that during nine months nurtured him in the sacred spot of her womb. Perhaps a lot of human beings are trapped in the same fallen state. Probably the ineffable death of the satanic writer ADAM PHARISEE may enlighten their wrecked souls. I, on my part, have been mistaken so many times that now I also believe to be missing the mark. I walk slowly among the crowd. Some people greet me and mistake me by the dead poet. I tell them that they are wrong, that to quit smoking is not easy. I hope -God willing- that this will be the last cigarette of ADAM PHARISEE. But now I must get baptized in the "Trinitary Biblical Christian House Church". "Arise, let us go hence" (John 14:31). Multitudes of "men" are out of place since the pornographic cinema "The Club of the Atheists" has been closed. Its owner, writer Orlando Alcantara F. (Cristorly), shut it down unexpectedly and without any previous notice when he surrendered his life to Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior of us all. Since then the certainty of Universal Salvation has been his main conviction around the biblical canon according to the truths stated on key verses like Romans 5:18, Titus 2:11, I Timothy 4:10, II Corinthians 5:19 y Romans 11:32. "It's certain that we live procrastinating all that can be postponed. Maybe all of us deeply know that we are immortal and that sooner or later every man will do everything and will know everything." Jorge Luis Borges. |
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Creada el 5 de julio, 2005