INDIO GRIS

INDIVIDUAL MAGAZINE OF GARBAGE COLLECTION 
Nº 22. YEAR 2000- OCTOBER,  THURSDAY 26
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2000

WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES 
SPANISH, FRENCH, ENGLISH, GERMAN, ARABIAN, PORTUGUESE, ITALIAN, CATALAN

INDIO GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
OF  A FUSION
THE BRIGTHENESS OF THE GREY
AND
THE JARAMA INDIAN
THE FUSION WITH MORE FUTURE  OF THE 
XXI CENTURY

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INDIO GRIS Nº 22

1

Today I couldn’t listen to her not even falling over her. So I relaxed in the armchair waiting for the tentacles of life. After fifteen minutes she said clearly:

-I’m going to pay something, I’m going to spend something and I’m going to put an end to all illusion.

 2

 I had finished with my father a long time ago, so this question of the small inheritance comes to bother me. The best thing would be for me to spend that money quickly.

 3

 Today is Monday, March 16th, 1995: In only seven days I’ll be flying to Cuba. I haven’t yet prepared neither the conferences nor the recitals. So to speak, I go to Cuba as you might go to meet a beloved one, without previous thoughts, to face whatever might happen.

 4

 I’m entangled in a thousand love and money stories with more than a hundred persons. With the trip to Cuba everything is questioned. When I return from Cuba, if I return, I’ll try to make up all my life again. In good time I verify pain, the joy of living.

5

I can’t stop thinking that everything will go downhill, but I’m happy, I have painted a picture, a face. In the natural encounter with things of life I have seen freedom be born and that seemed to me stupendous, wonderful.

6

May 25th, 1995: I don’t understand what they are saying to me or what they are talking about. I realise that I’m very far from finding any solution.

The only thing that is left to me is to quit everything and everything for me is the significant Cero Group. To quit. To quit. That, only that, to quit.

One must quit. I have to quit. I’m going to quit. Enough of Cero Group!

7

I’m about to understand everything and nothing.
Everything: death is inevitable.
Nothing: life, also, is inevitable.

Mental illness has to do with the distance the individual takes in relation to this truth.

8

I don’t have to go on speculating. Everything has been already seen. The only radical difference is the one existing between working and not working.

I ask myself what to do to be normal, egoistical, stupid…

Now, I have to leave everything, everything. Love poetry, dedicate myself to a full life, to the, public writing, to the utmost power of the written word.

9

Each time I make a balance, said the wretch, I feel that each day I have less. The sensation of having been cheated during my first twenty years of voluntary exile, remains unaltered.

I want to blow up the circuit. Now, just now I understand Lacan’s No to his School. There is  a time when nobody wants to grow nor to assume the  growth that came about,  if the boss resigns, in that very moment, a truth is opened to each one, even for the boss.

10

Without fear, without guilt, without remorse, we have to fight for a Culture where poetry collects taxes.

11

She wants something strong from me, even if it is a fright, something that will allow her to dream with a certain degree of grandeur.

12

If I weren’t so demanding, she told me this morning, I would be very happy and I answered her: Stop living to live, good controversy! What I want for myself is all the time.

13

Sunday, August 9th, 1988: I’m in love with my own future, without knowing almost nothing of what is going to happen to me, something will happen and that possibility is the whole motif of my love.

To love what will happen to me. The steps not yet given, I love with fervour the verses not yet written, the loves never imagined.

14

Sonorously I pick up the flag of death and drive it into me.
Words like towers, phrases like cliffs, rags stained with blood,
flying in me, inside me, breaking laces,
sonorous open laughter of death, noises like silks torn apart in the sea.

15

March, 1991: I’m glad of having obtained so much in barely 30 years and now that poetry has reached the zenith of all thought, of all knowledge, I’m not yet satisfied, I still want to enjoy.

The first association that crosses my mind about Poetry and Psychoanalysis is that when I was 16, before publishing my first book, I used to go to read my unpublished poems to the factories at lunch time.

While the beasts ate I read my verses to them. Once in a while, they stopped eating to laugh or curse while I was reading, and I felt understood. Afterwards we shouted to each other and I tried to explain to them that writing poems was a job, as serious and as alienated as the one they themselves performed.

16

Memories sometimes kill, like some psychoanalysts say and, sometimes, memories resuscitate like some poets say.

It was impossible not to remember, so that according with the master whom I was working for, I kept on dying and resuscitating at any moment. I had time for nothing. One day the Other sex held me up in the truth about Psychoanalysis and the freedom of poetry and, there, I was as mad as ever.

Freedom had stopped being a pair of centuries ago and truth was impossible to find without transforming it in something else.

17

I turned over my steps and found something. Us men were like monkeys. It wasn’t strange that some men thought to be better than others, more developed. This way, one day Superman (very honest and legitimate) would arrive and do with the rest of men what men did to animals and plants.

18

There are things that shouldn’t be done.
If they are done they shouldn’t be told.
And if they are uttered, details shouldn’t be told.

19

Ibiza, September 28th, 1993: Really I cannot adapt myself to any type of solitude.

The end of analysis is the construction of a new ghost, not the end of analysis. And this ghost is built in the place of the ID but under the condition of a work on the formations of the unconscious (dreams, jokes, Freudian slips, symptoms).

We can say that the ID (1923) is announced in the Freudian metapsychology with the notion of Fundamental Repression, while the unconscious undergoes the effects of the secondary repression, that is to say, the repression itself.

We could say that the ID is a “thing” that already existed in the first topic , but there wasn’t any means to call it without denaturalising it since it is a “thing” that resists precisely to be named.

Here there is a “thing” that I cannot name therefore it cannot be confounded neither with the unconscious nor with its reservoir of drives.

20

Lacan introduces the term “real” not only to designate what words cannot name but also what words can produce.

The ID, what is real, is what has no name and is produced by words. The inaccessible reality exists only because man speaks and is separated from the world, exiled from the world, by the whole weight of Language. In this sense, the first inaccessible reality is neither the objects nor the things that surround us, it is the individual himself. It is the individual that above all  is rejected in what is real, and that is what constitutes fundamental repression which will be called ID in the second topic.

In this place of the real first, place of the unknown, the reserved place where the ghost builds itself up through interpretation.

21

 IT NEVER HAPPENED
IT IS NOT HAPPENING
IT CAN ONLY BE READ  


 MENASSA IN MADEIRA  MENASSA IN BUENOS AIRES

Cine Forum do Funchal.
FACIC-Forum de Arte, Ciéncias e 
Cultura.

Conjunto Monumental do Infante,2º 
Andar.
    Avda. Arriaga,75
     9000 FUNCHAL.

Curse: "Freud, a Hundred years over Interpretation of Dreams" by Miguel
Oscar Menassa
October, 27th and 28th, 2000, in Funchal.




 “Next Monday November 13th at 7 PM in the Central Headquarters of the Universidad Abierta Interamericana
( 951 San Juan Av., Buenos Aires city),  Dr Miguel Oscar Menassa, psychoanalyst of renown trajectory
both locally and internationally, will receive the Professor Emeritus degree. The diploma that validates the
discernment will be granted by Dr Edgardo N. De Vincenzi, Principal of  the U.A.I., in the presence of the
members of the Superior Council of that University.
Dr Miguel Oscar Menassa, Founder and Director of the Grupo Cero Psychoanalysis and Poetry School,
will deliver the lecture “Grupo Cero: Psychoanalysis and Poetry”.

    MENASSA IN BUENOS AIRES

 MENASSA IN BUENOS AIRES  MENASSA IN BUENOS AIRES

GRUPO CERO EDITORIAL
Presents
CONDEMNED POET
by MIGUEL OSCAR MENASSA
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 9th
from 8 PM.
 
to 10.30 PM.

Free admittance
ENCORE, 286 Rodriguez Peña 4° F.
Tel: 4371 8013

SALAC LA PLATA
VATES 2000
7th GATHERING 2000 
of the MERCOSUR
and the
SPANISH SPEAKING
POETS
NOVEMBER 
10th, 2000-  
at 6 PM.
HOMAGE TO 
DR.
MIGUEL OSCAR
MENASSA
Sponsored by:
Government of La Rioja
 in Buenos Aires
(745 Callao Av.
Federal Capital)
Presentation of the 7th
Anthology 2000

GRUPO CERO EDITORIAL
Presents
POETRY AND I
By
MIGUEL OSCAR

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 
17th,
2000

Free admittance
459 Maipú, 1st. F.
Buenos Aires

 

 

  

“This novel is a monument to desire, not to its satisfaction  and desire doesn’t fit in moulds  norms”    

 Leopoldo de Luis

“ Menassa transforms eroticism into a real  encyclopaedia of sexual relations”.   

Juan-Jacobo Bajarlía


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