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Start your review of Lilus Kikus Write a review Recommends it for: who had come down to her soul in a little elevator Recommended to Mariel by: Leonora Carrington Through the fog of her illness, Lilus sees many women pass, stiff and moralistic, with black letters on their chests and backs that say, "Prohibited, Prohibited," and who threaten her with expulsion from the organization Flowering Souls.
Lilus feels enclosed and imprisoned. Not stopping to smell anything, smile anything, bringing Lilus to the convent school. God speed to God fearing. All of the things Through the fog of her illness, Lilus sees many women pass, stiff and moralistic, with black letters on their chests and backs that say, "Prohibited, Prohibited," and who threaten her with expulsion from the organization Flowering Souls.
All of the things she liked to do travel backwards. She would charge her little friends to see her cuts and scrapes. I bet they tasted better than they looked. Lilus used to be a little friend and a wild haired child. Little beneath the answering figures. This is the way to goodness. They know everything of which she must do to grow up and be submissive.
I stare at them all to see if one of them looks like she knows something else than she is saying. In these stories a wild flower is stomped on and crushed as if it were the only way it could ever go. If some trains were sad and some were happy they share the same destination.
Sometimes they are similar Lilus Kikus flowers. They could answer to Kolis Liko or maybe a Fuchis Lokis. It killed me a little every time she learns the right way to be.
The best friend to Lilus is a simpleton. The word on the street is to be a stupid woman is to be more attractive to men. Her husband will strangle her one day after an announcement of no dinner. Such a spirited flower makes its bed. I hate the winds if it has got to be this way. Lilus is disillusioned. Things always happen to her only halfway.
The drawings were great. So I liked the drawings the best. She sits in a tree and seems to want to hold the nest of birds. Covers up to the eyes. Shrouding the eyes. Maybe if you keep your eyes closed you could avoid the maybe not inevitable but happens too damned often fates of flowers in a world of sexist beasts. The sides of her fever dream bed are met in fishies, frogs and creepy crawlies.
They appear walk upside down and shaking fists. If someone saw her stop and smell the flowers I hope they hope she was doing it without any conscious gratitude. In this story Lilus learns about virgins and Mary Magdalene. Hide the big book with all of the hateful words like slut and virgin.
Someone should, anyway. Lilus is so little under mustachioed men their mustaches swallowed their smiles like satisfied felines and a big messy sun. No one tells this sun what to do.
Look up. I liked that. Would it be terrible to say that I missed the heroine of my childhood, Ramona Quimby. In a move to make Ramona herself proud I had the ludicrous notion that I would get in less trouble if I pretended to be asleep rather than reading. She was the not-right girl I could wear over my heart and say: "This is me. Later she would marry a man she loved and he adopted this baby.
The in spite of, carving away against the tides. She sounds bad ass too, still working her bad ass butt off for the downtrodden. I wish I had something to rail against and make that not so.
Where are the maps to send the trains of everything in other directions? Lots of other possibilities. That anyone has to be the exception. It is written all over her face hidden behind earth and wind hair that it is a world to make me feel pitfall stomach.
The other side of the speeding future. I can understand the shadows and the ugly and all of that without knowing where she was when she wrote Lilus Kikus. The fear overtakes the running. Was anyone listening to the injustices when the own lives kill themselves for supposed to-dos and gottas?
Lilus Kikus made me too damned sad. Would it be terrible if I rewrote the ending?
Lilus Kikus – Elena Poniatowska