INDIO GRIS

INDIVIDUAL MAGAZINE OF GARBAGE COLLECTION 
Nº 37. YEAR 2001- FEBRUARY,  THURSDAY 8
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2001

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

Indio Gris

INDIO GRIS Nº 37

1

 Tired of waiting for great events I have started to produce great events.

 2

 Today, together with some companions, we reserved two external stores in Princesa Street,  50 metres away from Plaza España ( Spain Square) in Madrid. One store is for Cero Group Publishing House and bookstore and the other one for Cero Group Psychoanalysis School and Momgallery, the art gallery.

Now I'm already happy because I can dedicate myself entirely to poetry.

3

I'm already into age, now I have to bear the growth of all  my environment or there won't be any growth for me.

Helping fellow men, in this case , is a selfish question: I help you grow because your growth is the possibility of my growth.

4

I seemed perverse, she seemed normal. I hope that when I am normal she doesn't become stupid.

5

When she was perverse, I didn't exist but I was her only love. Now when she evolves into normality I'll have to bear the fact that her only love is a woman.

If I stand it I'll be a man for her, said the candidate for love and in a whole century he attained nothing.

 And if someone doesn't allow them to love a woman ( like it occurs in most married couples nowadays), they love their mothers, fact which complicates things. The candidate, now, is not only a woman, the role that has to play has made him grow old.

6

I have to put a limit to death.

A little less of everything and I'll write much better.

7

If I can imagine it, I can make it possible.
I imagine  a vacation without conscious drugs. 15 days, 2 months, a decade.

8

I must allow the world to become cloudy, if it is its turn to become cloudy.
I have constructed my own sun: I'm a group.

9

And now some will come to ask me why I don't allow them to participate and I'll have to answer to them that in a group one cannot participate or rather, the way to participate in a group is to be a group.

10

This year 2001, my first publication, LITTLE HISTORY, edited in Buenos Aires  in 1961 will become 40 years old.

This year 2001, the  Cero Group First Manifesto, given in Buenos Aires in 1971 will become 30 years old.

This year 2001, is the 20^th anniversary of the foundation of the Psychoanalysis School, in Madrid, in 1981.

And we aren't going to celebrate much, we have already decided that our way of celebrating will be to buy new headquarters, no more than a 100 metres from Spain Square, where the following could function:
Cero Group Psychoanalysis School
Cero Group Publishing House
The department of Psychoanalytical Clinic
Cero Group Poetry School
The Classroom of Psychoanalysis and Poetry Association
The Cero Group Bookstore
Momgallery,  the art gallery
The computer department. The Cero Group Server

The editing of Las 2001 Noches (2001 Nights) and Extensión Universitaria (College Extension)

Painting Workshop and Poetry Workshop

Some 300 million pesetas, which we don't have, to be paid in 20 years. At that time I'll be 80 and the world will be different.

  During the celebrations we have decided to: buy a brick, plant a tree, hoist a flag.

 Cero Group Poetry and Psychoanalysis because that was our bread for the last 40 years.

 11

 Don't be a jerk, Menassa, you have already written, don't do anything else. Now teach others to live, live.

 12

 Tear away my sight, beloved, I said without looking at her
and she, used to my words,  let down the drop curtain.
 When kissing we remained on this side of the world,
 without seeing what was happening, without showing what we were
                                                                                        doing.]

 Restore my sight, beloved, I said without looking at her
And she, used to my words, hoisted the drop curtain.
When kissing we remained on this side of the world,
We saw it and we showed it all, but all was the same to us.

Leave me as I am, don't touch my delirium.
Loving you I give you something and nobody realises it.
I keep something for me from love but I feel nothing.
We are not lost shipwrecked persons, we haven't parted yet.

Nobody has reached port yet, beloved,
and in reaching there won't be any boat waiting for us.
Only the fog of the shore is waiting,
without novelty, without world, we return to the page.

We have already been blind, we have already been clairvoyants,
we have already given to drink to whom didn't love water,
we sat down to eat at the table of fasting people
and we filled with tears a bed emptied of love.

We have already been the light which doesn't burn
even if Aladdin may appear all of a sudden.
We have already been the condemned people of earth
and the pain of whom has nothing for himself.

We are like the perennial trees
 that once  planted  don't  stop  growing,
 beyond the suns, the wind, the rains,
beyond times, love, death.

13

THE COW WAS ALWAYS
A LITTLE CRAZY

MONOLOGUE BETWEEN THE COW
AND THE MORIBUND
A book by MIGUEL OSCAR MENASSA

 "I 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."  

14

A PASSIONATE LOVE
AN UNLIMITED DESIRE
AN UNQUESTIONABLE TENDERNESS

A book written by Miguel Oscar Menassa
To get along with your partner in the Holiday Season
and during some of the working days

15

ANTICIPATING
REALITY

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