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Indio Gris
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2003 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 156 YEAR III EDITORIAL As Argentina's virtual President, here goes my first advice: In
Argentina people must fight for food, what happens is that I arrived late this
time. Argentines have to fight for food, they must forget dignity and they must
forget subjugation, because it is and has been a subdued people for five hundred
years, without saying a word. Why do they come now to break our balls with this
question of freedom, let them fuck themselves and they have to say no to the
United States, not because we want to be free, but because the United States is
a psychotic crow which eats carrion and live beings. Not because we want to be
independent, but because we are taking care of our children, of our nurses, our
professors, because we are looking after our food, we say no to the United
States, not because we want to be independent. Then, if we say no to the United
States, we will have to subdue to something. If we understand this, there is an
Argentina and if we don't understand this, there is no Argentina. I
think that I arrived late, that people in Argentina still speak about dignity,
what dignity? What dignity, if they broke our asses four hundred thousand times?
Besides, what freedom?, if we live subdued. I speak Spanish because I'm a poet,
but, in reality, we were taught to speak English, French, German, Portuguese, we
were bombarded
with literature. In the end, when you are old, if you survive you are
better than a Spaniard, a French, an English or an American. Why? Because you
had to swallow all the cultures that you were subdued to, while they ate only
one culture. Well, worse for them, fuck them. Poem
recited in the voice of Miguel Oscar Menassa ADVICE 1 Don't
stop And
if your love and your desire can't Fold
over. Childish
tantrums, sinister grins of nothingness, I come from what is unknown, from the
clairvoyant kingdom of not being. Empty of emptiness forever maintain your
garments torn. Oh! beloved, today I will kill you, the future will move forward
towards us. An inexistent amount of light will illuminate our not being, a
tenderness in the exact centre where there must have been a light, will someday
break all of the dikes and that will be the end.
The
machine suffers from human weaknesses, it is half a machine. An imperfect sombre
machine, full of love and hopes. Strident
deaths dance around me, happiness and condolence's dances. Today,
it doesn't do good to me to know that among the days of death there is one which
carries my name and surname. I would have preferred to leave it for further on,
but life is cruel…
A
woman asks the judges to allow her to be inseminated from her dead husband
She
spent the whole night trying to figure out the difference that there is between
biting and licking, finally, we didn't have time for anything and we had to go
to work.
President
José María Aznar and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ana Palacio, had a
conference about
the benefits for Spain of having participated in the war as an ally of
England: London
offers Spain the control Many
persons trust me, there will be a generalised deception. The whole world will
have to cry over what is lost and I, for sure, in that way, will have time to
write and for my little things which aren't many. After
so many years, almost 45, she and I, poetry and I. Everything is monogamic in my
life, over all because what never changes is the ego. And
I and the world, the world and I. The
keys sound like daggers in the wind. |
