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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 134
CS: Is a teacher necessary within a psychoanalytical
MOM: When a psychoanalytical group splits to place
itself in favour or against a discourse, it stops being a cluster of fragments
to become a dissociated group, it isn't a production group yet, but it no longer
suffers from the phenomena of the mass. In reality, to my understanding, what is
elaborated in the appointment of a teacher is cannibalism and this elaboration
isn't all the civilization that must be attained by a psychoanalytical
community, but it is its beginning.
CS: What function does writing have in Cero Group
MOM: If we aren't alone, if we aren't the only ones,
each triumph of poetry will be a triumph for all men and each defeat of poetry
will be a defeat of the whole humanity.
Some day, someone will pay for man to achieve happiness
or glory, but for the time being it isn't like this and tranquilly waiting,
doing nothing, it will never happen.
CS: What does the candidate lack?
MOM: Everybody is afraid of being discarded in each new
movement, when in reality, all those who remain enrolled as eternal patients are
CS: What would you say to those who want to exercise
psychoanalysis out of a group?
MOM: In vain you wander through the domains of science,
no one learns but that which is given to him to learn. It is impossible to live
according to the principle of pleasure.
What is psychic is so singularly unique that no
comparison can define its nature.
Afterwards, if you want, you can hit your head on the
wall or tear off your balls, nobody will cry for you.
allows everything to me
come to break illusions.
To see the video you must have installed the programmes in your computer.
how little what I will be able to do is, I try, in a desperate search of a
being, in order to tranquillise you. If everybody has a being, I will also have
serpents surge stubbornly. Opened like flowers in the season of the south, they
let themselves be penetrated by any wind, by any illusion.
was a game for me, except poetry. And there, in that crucial negation is where
the most beautiful thing of my life takes place. Without going further, my
second encounter was even more dramatic than the first one. The "No"
woman arrived and told me, after kissing me with two badly given kisses, one at
each side of my mouth, that she was no longer preoccupied by the cancer we were
curing, but she was very worried by the cancer she was going to have in the
future. That is to say, she was not worried about the cancer I was curing, but
for that other cancer she would dedicate to me if I couldn't cure her.
told her that in the end I hadn't done so much for her so that she should pay me
a fortune for her treatment.
I can't stop thinking about anything else but this new pain which is not
new, because my grandfather had it. It is an ache in my back, on the right side,
as if it were a stab, as if there were some treason implied in this ache, some
guilt for having spent such a good time with my husband on Saturday, when in
reality I would have liked it to be with someone else.
God punishes without a stick and without a whip and loves without kisses.
We'll continue the next time.
knew what she wanted, she was asking for it screaming among pantings and
movements of maddened cobra. I knew how to transport her to paradise, I myself
have flown beyond what is allowed.
lost the notion of my limits, her hands, your dick, I was
pussy opened to the quests of love and, also, the voracious and stubborn
tongue which ploughed impossible abysses to the heart of desire itself.
worst is to have too many ambitions compared with the capacity for work.
was happy, I was happy, that is what I have to say some time, humanity has to
know it, I was happy, the happiest man in the universe, I understood solitude
and thought that my solitude was a small thing compared to any other solitude,
the one coming from centuries, for example, the solitude of the stars.
drift without being able to retain words at the edge of a sense, I feel as if I
were not doing things precisely well, because I no longer know if with such
noise I will be able to listen to the sound of some crying.
have to be able to overcome disorder, always a bourgeois, that is to say, the
disorder, deciduousness is always counter-revolutionary, whatever may be said ,
and whatever revolution it may refer to.
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