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Mary Blindflowers and The

Black Star of Mu

Who is acquainted with Mary Blindflowers as an
essayist and a poetess, who dealt with her
distinct aptitudes as a detailed researcher and

texts’ collater sounding autonomous reworkings
of authors’ and historical-literary
phenomenologies’ explanatory theses or her
language and conceptual experimentations in
lyrical creation, maybe will be wondering at
discovering a further faceting of this many-sided
writer reading “Mu’s Black Star”, a story where
shines all the pyrrhonism permeating the global
conception of human fate by such a skilful
contemporary composer. Her essays’ analytical
rigour and cogent adherent synthetic reworking
make room for a fanciful paper where, yet, one
foresees at brightest lights writer’s “creed’s”
philosophical underlayer, wisely cloaked by plot’s
characters’ historical symbology, constantly
catchy and highly mimetic despite its diegetical
sections physiologically taking turns.
.
Everything is originated in an effluvium of semantic brightness in Great Mothers’
mythical world, the longed forbear of the phallic gang which ruled over human
history, and the reader little by little perceives, in the link of dark and warlike

onomastics and consanguinities of such a glow, that story’s connective tissue is a
clever oxymorical and antithetical game Mary Blindflowers runs after during the
entire narration whose akmé arrives just on darkness’ acquaintance, Chaos’
mythological fruit and Night’s blood-relation, in a counterpoint, in my opinion,
deliberately pursued to mimic St John’s passage “and men loved darkness rather
than light” (John, III, 19) reflecting etymologically the contrast between the two
worlds the text speaks about, divided by a sort of chasm, a kind of depth, the so-
called Unknowable Beyond (that is Chaos’ original meaning: precipice), when from
brightness will come off shadiness, signified by the godhead of indecision,
slipperiness and mystery. And mystery is all the ritual sealing the witch-like entrance
into Great Mothers’ world, in an evocation of dates and names which semantically
stamp as power’s orgy’s zenith Italian Republic’s historical events a careful reader is
going to pick out unexpectedly.

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