A THIRD HAMLET (World Diasporas of the 21st Century: The Experience of the Literary Formation of a Marginal Hero)
The occurrence of literature for the marginal, for the outsider of world outlook, for the aimlessly wandering Spirit, the eavesdropper of the future, in principle cannot be weighed down by anything, since motherland, memory, genealogy of mythological heroes (in accord with your personal mythology) do not have their rigid coordinates. There is only the steady sensation of a flash, a gleam of some kind of transient, irretrievable, past image, as if…you’re sitting in a train, and in the motley flashing through the window something will without fail—in the fragment of an instant—stop and attract your glance. In this case—be brave passenger!—this stroke, this spot, a corner of sky, a cloud of chimney smoke, a stir of autumn leaves, a splash of river—all of these fragments that fall into the field of your vision, is the content of your longing, the unbearable longing for a shred, a piece of this stroke and splash. All of this is a mindless love for that which does not and will not ever belong to you.
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