Weekly
magazine through Internet
Indio Gris FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2002 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 108 YEAR III EDITORIAL INTERVIEW
WITH THE POET MIGUEL OSCAR MENASSA Carmen Salamanca: We
are in the Book Fair of Madrid. Miguel
Oscar Menassa: Yes, we are in the Book Fair of Madrid. CS:
That book you are holding now in your hands has appeared in the Spanish
television. MOM:
Yes, it took me unaware eating, I was with an incredulous lover watching TV and
she fainted. CS:
She fainted? MOM:
Because it was clearly seen in television how his Majesty Don Juan Carlos takes
the book in his hands. Do you understand the emotion we felt? And he opens it
and not only does he open it, he also looks at it. CS:
He even looked at it… and took it with him. MOM:
You started asking me about the book so as not to ask me about the World Soccer
Championship. CS:
I wanted to put you in a good humour about the Soccer Championship, because I
notice a certain disturbance in your voice. MOM:
I've never seen Antena 3 and Via Digital making such bad business as they are
making with the World Soccer Championship. CS:
Paraguay 2 - South Africa 2. The services of constant information, directly from
the sports networks, so that Menassa can set up the page. MOM:
Did Paraguay tie with South Africa? CS:
Yes, 2-2… MOM:
There, the opportunity for Spain to classify was at stake. If Paraguay would
have won over South Africa , it would have been very difficult for Spain to
classify. CS:
It is 11.45 am, June 2, 2002. MOM:
These people are making a poor business. They are angry with
Antena 3 and Via Digital, also with Marca because they couldn't avoid
criticising them, one of their reporters calls it the " invisible Soccer
Championship", and he is right. . If they are 45 matches and we, Spaniards,
are going to see 12 matches (because if not you have to pay it and sometimes
when you pay you don't get it either, because these people from Via Digital are
really bad, the signal doesn't reach, I'm next to Madrid Tower and the signal
doesn't reach). They
became enemies of all Spaniards. I think that it is a rudeness to see only
Spanish matches when Europe reunites itself around a unique currency. France and
Germany are thinking in one sole defence. And at this moment shall I consider
only the Spaniards citizens of my country? And what about the Germans and the
French that live in Spain and pay taxes? When one speaks about immigrants, of
exiles, it seems that they are people who do nothing and that is a lie, they are
a minority, that is what is seen, what is shown to us. In Spain there are a lot
of Europeans, a lot of Americans working and paying taxes and so it happens that
us, from Antena 3, decide that the Spaniards are the only fans of the Spanish
Selection. I don't think that
business will succeed, I think it is sinking. It is the last mistake of
the people who run Antena 3 and Via Digital, they should be sacked. CS:
Even having Via Digital you can't see the matches live. MOM: You have to buy
a card that costs 280 Euros to see the matches and they hire 10 season matches
so that you are compelled to see them. Very badly done. I was about to commit
suicide because they wouldn't allow me to see the Argentina match. I asked for
it to Via Digital and they told me that they didn't
have the signal. How couldn't the signal reach if everything vibrates in
my house? So I told Amelia Díez, who always solves my things without moving from
her chair, with the new technologies, everything through cable. She got a place
next to my house,
50 metres away, that at this moment I don't want to advertise, but I will
in a short time advertise these people, they were going to open at 9.30 but they
opened at 7.30. I got up at 6 am and went out into the street, I think that it
was about 25 years that I hadn't gone out because the other World Soccer
Championships I saw them at home, I didn't need to go out of my house to see
them. This is unpardonable, this is going to subtract 6% of the votes, last week
they made a survey and the PP was 8 points ahead of the PSOE, if they do it this
week I would get only 2 points, I'm going to order that survey. CS: Do you have a new
communications organ? MOM: I have a new
communications organ because you know that to live only with his penis is for a
man a way of scarcely living, to live only with the penis, which is called the
organ, is very weak for a man, so I have organs of communications, to have more
organs. CS: The penis is an organ of
confusion not of communications. MOM: I think you're beginning
to understand. It is called "theinterpretation.com" and the
periodicity is from once a month to twice a day. It depends if the graphic
reporters don't fail me, because sometimes they take a month to develop a photo.
I want it to be a newspaper, a bidaily newspaper which comes out twice a day,
like Marca now, which runs one in the morning and in the afternoon rectifies,
after the matches are played, they are some geniuses. MOM: I
have the journey written down since yesterday afternoon, till today in the
morning, at the time of watching the match, and I was at the verge of committing
suicide three times. I wrote a letter to the PP, addressed to Aznar where I told
him: "Ask the King, I have an unsustainable passion, I write about
everything that happens to me, so watch out because I'm writing that you have
given a false step, you have lost votes, so, please, tomorrow morning you
deliver a decree where you remove all the rights to Antena 3
and you distribute them throughout the Spanish TV channels". Don't
laugh, I wrote him the letter this morning. I have lots of means. CS: They had declared
football of cultural interest. MOM: I want to give you an
education: when the big ones quarrel among themselves, they never damage each
other, they always damage the smaller ones. They quarrelled between Antena 3 and
the Spanish Television and, who lost?. The Spanish people. TOWARDS
THE WORLDS Towards
the worlds I
fly, blue, above the teeth of the night, DARLING, Now
I'm already decided to leave. Full of your womb, full. I go after you,
throwing away into emptiness for ever, the misery of love. I
know that I deserve the scorns and punishments for having waited so long
to take the decision of following you. I
carried the serpent tied to my brain, no one will be able to separate me
from that poison of writing in my heart, in my hands, in my nerves. I
go towards you with no shame, having thought it carefully hasn't been a
delay. I have been preparing my bourgeois and intellectual disposition so
that the great traverse might be possible. I
carry with me the brutal load of nothingness, of slightly being, that is
my mistake and that's the reason why language is my absolute master and
death, just one more word.
-
I draw back when people is interested in me. The day after experiencing a
pleasant situation, I get irritable, distant. Like
an attraction and a fear of death. Like a sadism. I
ask myself whom I'll blame for making me enjoy. Yesterday,
when I was looking at the Argentine landscapes on television, the sun, the
light, so what? My childhood was boring, so what? The moments of pleasure were
the sexual games. There yes, doctor, one could live. And I don't know what. She
tolerated nothing from me, everything that meant an effort over me by her was
repressed. Every time I had to grow I did with my mother's gaze telling me that
I was double crossing her and, of course, I still carry that guilt. Sometimes
when my daughter gets sad, I recall my childhood. My
mother was very aggressive with suppositories and she felt certain pleasure in
holding my nose so that I swallowed the medicines. Sometimes, I ask a desperate
man to hold my neck tight till I choke, to recall those scenes. -
We'll
continue the next time.
-
Undress, I told her almost without cruelty, and she responded: -
Now? Right now? -
Well, I told her, whenever you want. -
That I want what? She asked me flabbergasted. -
Time, I told her, times gets between us: we grow old, you realise
this, don't you? -
But what a crazy man you are. And
while she lit a cigarette, she insisted: -
Do you want me to undress now? -
No,
I told her, not now, now we are going to the casino and between both of us
we'll break
the ass of the president of the International Monetary Fund.
1 Only
from love and bread and money man lives and if woman also wants to live, a
bit of pleasure will be needed. 2 To
change life also means to be able to go on living some sort of life.
I WANT TO GO ON LIVING; I HAVE TO BE ABLE TO STAND THIS SITUATION,
other men could, others, after me, will be able to, I have to be able,
too. Afterwards I still have my old age left and, there, I hope that no
one comes asking me why I wanted to go on living in spite of everything. And,
it's known, we reach old age eating well and not worrying. That is to say,
you reach old age if some things happen, if not, you don't. We have to
tell women to stop with the destroying machine and we have to tell the
kids that going so fast one reaches the very death. Life needs more
slowness, more time, more space. Life doesn't fit in a syringe, not in a
vagina, in the ass or in a man's head life doesn't fit either. Today,
I'll put some seeds to germinate and I'll let time go by. INDIO GRIS THIS IS ADVERTISING
|