MAGAZINE OF GARBAGE COLLECTION
Nº 36. YEAR 2001- FEBRUARY, THURSDAY 1
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2001
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
SPANISH, FRENCH, ENGLISH, GERMAN, ARABIAN, PORTUGUESE, ITALIAN, CATALAN
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
OF A FUSION
THE BRIGTHENESS OF THE GREY
THE JARAMA INDIAN
THE FUSION WITH MORE FUTURE OF THE
INDIO GRIS Nº 36
from the 4th to the 11th of June, 1976, Buenos Aires,
I've been with my father and he told me that, whatever man does,
he will be discontented anyway, then it's better to do what is less work
and we can add, between us, what gives us more pleasure.
woman is a woman. What do we search for, then? Maybe a space where somebody can
call us, Dad, finally man, free from her paws of tenderness and of her mortal
union reaches its maximum splendour in the delirium of flesh. With you I had my
first words about that cursed and wonderful flesh that almost drove us mad.
we didn't know what to do with love, you announced violence, the revealing,
constitutive strike, the poem. The poem (I understood it that way) that violated
definitively, the links of love and it held its way towards death, precisely, in
the instant of pleasure. You and I, we trembled a thousand times facing the
possibility of horror. I was always helped from all my spooks by my father, what
woman, a woman, a woman and this, yes, I don't know what it means.
you ever been in a predicament? This predicament which I want
to refer to clearly, and I don't know if I'll be able. Words must be left
aside in order that they can raise up to an unknown universe, but that's not
seems to indicate that we must earn money and I already knew
it, but sometimes knowing isn't enough. I'm not saying that I want to
commit suicide, but I say that I don't understand. When I have too many written
papers without publishing at home, I get nervous, I don't know what to do: if
I'm a writer I want to publish immediately, if I'm an editor I have to wait at
least a year and a half, after the publishing of the theatre book the publishing
house will have to hold on its activities and for two reasons, one is economic
and the other is because the energies which are laid on publishing, will go into
the psychological field, movement with which
Menassa and his people, this time the majority women, will initiate the
Second Foundation of Madrid.
the previous letter I told you that I have three finished books and one about to
finish and I feel as if they were gold ingots and that's my asset and
this way I go through life. The books are named, and I know that I have
already told you
in the other letter, but I want to tell you again, Love
Freedom. Book which I entirely wrote on the group
experience of Carbonero ( one who sells charcoal)
and Sol (Sun), that is to say, a book
which I wrote at the same time I was writing Psychoanalysis
Leader and for reasons I ignore I haven't yet published. I sent the first
version of the book
in November of '78 to the House of the America's contest, the first
version had 102 pages, the second one, in which I corrected all the introduction
and took out several poems, was reduced to 63 pages and written this way I sent
it to Villa de Rota contest in Cadiz in November of
'79. So a year after, February 1980, I have the book, the four copies I
sent to the contest on my desk. Before I continue writing this letter, I'll read
one of the complete copies and I'll see if I can find out why this book hasn't
been awarded. So long.
starting to read I want to write to you that at home, lives are evolving
clearly. In general, I spend more time with my children and that, though it may
seem a lie, makes me feel good. Javier and Ana Mercedes are having a strong
relationship with me. On Saturdays and Sundays, in winter,
I stay at home writing and they are all pleased that I write( they come
to salute me in my studio and I come down to dine with them). I live now in the
upper floor and I come down to watch a tv
programme with the kids or to listen to music in a beautiful phonograph we have
in the dining-room and I also come down when the bell rings and nobody opens
the door and I also come down to water the plants; well, in reality, I
come down frequently
and in my leisure moments, Saturdays and Sundays I stay at home writing.
Yesterday I went to the Argentine Centre to listen to MARIO TREJO reciting his
poems; tomorrow, Sunday, he's coming for dinner with Poni and to see his friend
Aguirre's anthology, in which he is very well placed.
darling, pretend to be a fool and I observe and realise that I won many races
and without almost noticing it. Everything gets a little mixed up for me, on
Monday I'll put
a copy of the "complete" translation into French of SALTO
MORTAL (Somersault) in an envelope. I hope you like it, it was a year and a
half's work. I expect that you show it to people who can give an opinion of the
French version. And I don't know if it is because of your authority on me or
your authority on poetry, your word it's always very important for me.
have been reading and I tell you about it in the other page:
AMOR EXISTE Y LA LIBERTAD (Love Exists and Freedom) is a grandiose book and this
is the reason why it hasn't been awarded a prize. Compact writing and at times
baroque, it opposes all kinds of dogma, also among many other things the famous
leftist dogmas and the not less
famous freedom. After finishing reading
Love Exists and Freedom, I was attracted to read other works from the
author, and I read more or less half of the other unpublished book, which is
called POETA DE LA NOCHE (Poet of the Night), that has around 100 pages. The two
first parts of this book, "POEMA DE LUZ" ( "Poem of Light")
and "POETA DE LA NOCHE" ("Poet of the Night"), open , with
no doubt, a new space for my words. Almost colloquial, almost dammed, cosmic.
And then, taken by the poet's unruliness, I read the third unpublished book,
that after changing its name several times, I think I have found the appropriate
one for the grandeur of these verses: LA MUERTE DE LA MUERTE (The Death of
Death). I read half of it, but anyway I can say that with this book, the
maturity of the poet begins. Not that he reaches his maturity, but he starts his
road towards writing his best verses.
there is the novel, and some loose poems that can't find a place in any of the
mentioned books, which will end up being together with the next poems I'll write
as part of the fourth unpublished book of poems. I realise that a full
demonstration of what is happening to me
would be to be able to send you, together with this letter, some material
from each of the mentioned books. And
I don't know if that would be possible tonight.
me for this intolerable prattle about my writings, but I can't avoid it, is a
fundamental part of the predicament of the first page. I have also some economic
problems of difficult solution, because in the measure that my poetic reputation
grows and why not say it, professional reputation, that culture gives me, the
economic credit is less each time. It isn't that I want anybody to worry about
this, because I have always had economic problems. The difference is that this
time it occurs to me
that not to have in order not to give and not to administer what one
owns, is one of the cruellest forms of Narcissism, the rotten individuality of
"I will not be bothered by no one so that no one will ask me for
in not to own. Complicated thought that will lead me, sooner or later, to
take a decision, for example, to write this letter.
had intended to copy for you
the poems from each book which caught my attention, well, I reached up to
the second section of the book Poet of the Night which will be formed by five
parts: Poem of Light; Poet of the Night; Soldier of the Night, I guard my own
thought; Freedom, Divine Treasure, and closing the book, Encounter in Cero
Stage, this last part dedicated in such way to:
the terrestrial, my family.
the extraterrestrial, my friends.
the next letters I'll continue selecting and sending you the best poems of the
send you the missing numbers of the magazine, plus commentaries. Please,
Apocalypses needs more commentaries.
issue was genial, talk it over with your friends, so that they also subscribe to
it. And it isn't asking for alms, the magazine is good, in some circles it's the
best production going on in Europe. To read Apocalypses will do us all good. I
have never been so full of hope with anything as with the magazine, if it stops
circulating, I don't know if my poetic sensibility could bear such disillusion.
The succinct phrase could be " subscribe to Cero Apocalypses, collaborate
for the poet not to die of sadness".
I tell you, the anthology killed me. Those six poems among so many poems,
testify for me that the 15 years of active service to poetry, oblige me. I don't
know to what, but they oblige me. At my age, other poets like me were finished.
I've just started to write and assuredly they will finish with me as they did
with all poets, but in my case they will have to put up with me when I'm old,
they will have to bear my growing up till I become old.
I feel that I'm poor and sometimes I see my room full of gold ingots, pages like
obscure and valuable diamonds and any foolishness places a smile in my mouth.
moments, I believe to have discover something in respect to money that
segregates me from my contemporaries, other times I think that I have never
known what to do with money. For the time being I perform magic, I undress and I
tie myself to the wall and I flagellate myself and go to work. And when I return
I notice again that it won't cover that indeterminate thing that shows up like
necessity and I say to myself, "it will be in another month", and I
punish myself even stronger and I go to work. In due time, if I go on working,
I'll become an honourable man, I say to myself. And with that shit between my
hands, again, I won't know what to do. I told you at the beginning of the
letter, I am in a predicament.
two days ago, in addition to my work in the consulting room, I work in the
publishing house six hours a day and four on Saturdays, to see if with my six
effective hours per day, we can gain some height and if this is not possible in
two or three months, we'll have to close down or at least discontinue the
activities of the publishing house for a quite prolonged time, and APOCALYPSES
is among the activities of the house.
spite of what everything looks like, an inner strength tells me that everything
is going all right, but I still can't prove it. I'm happy to be able to write to
We cannot believe this question of uranium because we were lied about the cows.
COW WAS ALWAYS
A LITTLE CRAZY
BETWEEN THE COW
AND THE MORIBUND
A book by MIGUEL OSCAR MENASSA
am tense, I have appetites, hungers of millenniums and now they'll want to
content me with some piece of cheese, excrescence of some pastoral cow, or the
same cow beaten to death and quartered on the table, recalling
ancient rites, where men ate
each other, and that was love.
I stab my small knife mercilessly into the cow's heart and the cow moos, it tears itself with passion in front of the murderer. I, with surgical precision, separate grease and nerves and I give my beloved one a morsel from the cow's burnt ovaries.
-We're free, she says to me, while she entertains herself with the noise of her teeth trying to chew the burnt parts of the universe. Later, lighter, making a mirage of everything, a lie, she says to me with ease:
A magisterial cow that moos and murders all the time lives in me. Sometimes she seems in pain, but nothing matters to her, she knows that she was born to be beaten to death, and then she shits everywhere and the mad flowers eat what is essential of shit and grow rapidly towards the future."
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