∞: A PAINTING OF VISCERAL DEFENDER LEXICA ALEJANDRA – DIOSDEM MODE
I: TRANSLATING AZURE STOCKINGS FROM THE LEGS OF REVELATION
II: WING TALE OF THE BLUE DRESS
III: MA FLEUR POUR FLORA ET LE COEUR DES CARTES
IV: CLIMBING DIANA’S TREE
No excerpts, just a commemorative, badly drawn card and the last four links, the last four blue threads of this now actually elapsed adventure. The fact that you’re reading this sentence means that the events of Blue Eyes White Alejandragon are over and have been over — and thank goodness! I thought myself that I’d be immortal, living this way forever. Think of this as a prologue.
It’s been a ride. There was a time when I could say: “I can hardly believe it myself.” But if I didn’t, this story wouldn’t exist. I’m minutely very proud that I was able to push myself to make something massive (remember, this is the Internet) and unified. Now it is time to draw the last card and play the endgame. Thank you for even glancing at this silly literary game. I know that it doesn’t matter, but I mean it. I have actualized some concepts that I will carry on with in whatever works ahead.
Speaking of time: I have some news. Old. New. Contemporary. Firstly: my dear friend Sebastian Lubbers (he who let me borrow his duel disk and he who is better at writing and most things than I am) has reached out to me about re-translating the original nine poems because he actually knows Spanish. He was born and bred in it. I actually know Spanish too, just not nearly as much. We’ve been over this in the story. Anyway, in the unpredictable future, I will see to it that his translations will be added above mine all across Alejandragon’s individual parts. I can’t precisely tell you when, but hey: that’s the future, correct? Somewhat unpredictable. It’s part of the game. I guess. They’ll be there. Thanks again to him.
Secondly: I feel like I would be unappreciative if I didn’t say that I did win a contest for writing this. A tumblr user by the name of En Life held a contest where she asked other users to tell her a story. Reluctantly, I decided to enter an earlier draft of the entire series. She read it and apparently liked it enough to proclaim me the winner. Weird, I know. But it did happen — and I have the fruits to prove it: some books and clothing, even bought a friend a gift. Thanks again to her. Sincerely.
Third and lastly: how’s everyone doing? Well — Meifeng’s successfully stood up to those tottering, dust-bound wind elders of hers. I was walking to class the other day and she sent me a message in the wind through echolocation. It screwed with some fallen leaves, twirling them in a circle, as if playing audio from a disk. I heard her message. I was alone. It made me late, but hey, it was worth it to hear she’s doing better and keeping up with her training. Sooner or later, she’ll have an entire country in her capable hands. She already has. She’s decided that she’s off Yu-Gi-Oh for a while though. As far as I’m concerned, she retired the best. Shouts out to her.
Me? Well, I’m back in school for Spring Semester. Things are pretty much the same. Staying busy. Reading. Studying, or trying to. You know how it goes. I’ll just go back to posting poetry here from time to time. I have a novel project that’s been going on since I was born, since always, really. But I’ll keep that to myself until whenever. Argentina never officially/publically recognized us for our efforts. Apparently the events were ‘too surreal and contrived’ to reveal to the world community. They decided to sweep all of this under the rug, or try to, anyway. I told them that I would write this story. They said that I wasn’t Borges, so it’s not like anyone would believe me. They had a point. Merida and its mountain circlet is rebuilt under his shadow. They never found out what happened to the guy who set the cloning machine. They think that he was the first dead. I don’t know. I’d have liked to have read his story.
Flora Alejandra Pizarnik in her entirety continues to rest in love and peace.
There will never be another other like you.
Your works and nights have shown me eternity.
(April 29, 1936 - September 25, 1972 - ∞)
