INDIO GRIS

INDIVIDUAL MAGAZINE OF GARBAGE COLLECTION 
Nº 40. YEAR 2001- MARCH,  THURSDAY 1
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

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INDIO GRIS Nº 40

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All of the European press has echoed about the dangers, sometimes mortal  and of epidemic characteristics, for the people of the world and especially Europeans, posed by the criminal acts committed by England.

A - Sold prohibited fodder to 116 countries.
B - Exported infected blood to 56 countries.
C - Exported crazy cows to the whole world.
D - At this very moment is exporting Foot–and-mouth disease.  
      Yesterday, 516 infected "pieces" arrived to Spain from England.

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Madrid, June 24^th, 1978

Darling:

The combination is a combination of complex units, while we were,  inhabited men, our pleasure was inhabited, our manias, grupal.

Complex combination where sex and death are no more than positions related to the same complex combination and not as is believed, that between the mute sex and the spoken sex, death is placed as a difference and that in that burst, between lights and shadows, the complex is determined.

I'd also like to speak with you personally, what I don't at all know is when the detour to Buenos Aires to speak with you, will occur. You know about my passions.

I haven't yet reread what is written, but this doesn't sound to me as a good letter, especially considering that when I started to write it, I began with the firm purpose of explaining  everything to you very clearly, as we can see good will doesn't exist.

And although I have in my ways, oriental ways, I think that anyway what I want is a meeting of the great ones in Madrid.

During this time I have also learnt to read our own texts and let myself be modified by them, as many times I let myself be modified by any other text. During this time I have learnt what I shouldn't have learnt, I learn, for example, that the written word modifies people, societies, states. And these findings are far too many for a solitary man. I have been able to see how the cellular ageing is, by today's standards, to foolishly accept  one by one, the laws imposed by the current systems.

After so many years together, we have learnt that death doesn't exist because even she can be adapted for love, but love, we know it, doesn't  exist because love can be adapted for death. And to end this crazy letter, and hoping that you have understood that if INTERSUBJECTIVE RELATIONS EXIST, WHAT CEASE TO EXIST ARE THE FEELINGS.

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21^st  Cero Group International Congress
Psychoanalysis  and Medicine
    - Second Meeting -
February, 2001

Opening words by Miguel Oscar Menassa

When I became 18 years old, in the year 1958, exactly 42 years ago, I started my medicine course of studies and a few weeks after my psychoanalytical treatment. At that age I already knew love, I had written my first poem and  had collected my first salary five years before.

 I'm glad to say that these words  accompanied me along the last 42 years: Poetry, Psychoanalysis, Medicine, Work, Love. I mean that those five words opened all of my doors and built all of my limits. Daily the combination of these words produces my desire and I know, though theoretically, that this final knotting will produce my death.

 And now, standing out of me, I'll accept like all the known world accepts, that today's man cannot live without poetry, without love, without work; then we only need to demonstrate why Psychoanalysis and Medicine are so important for man's life.

 And we are already inaugurating the 21^st Cero Group Congress, that for the second consecutive time, wants to work in the development of a Medicine able to incorporate Psychoanalysis as one of the most efficient therapeutic tools for an endless number, and I'm not  exaggerating when I say an endless number of illnesses that only the psychoanalytical theory can explain how they are produced and that therefore, only psychoanalytical theory will define the way in which they will be cured.

 And we don't want Medicine to become psychoanalytical as is ambitioned even by the media, because we all have a soul even if it's poor, and besides, we would like Medicine to remain where it is Medicine, because the good it has done to humanity has no parallel, but we simply think that not all illnesses belong to Medicine. That is what we ambition, that the illnesses whose etiopathogeny, production and development, possible treatment and cure depend on unconscious processes, belong to Psychoanalysis.

 And if someone exaggerating would say that the patients who are about to undergo surgery have also unconscious processes, and the mothers when breast feeding and rheumatic people, who only complain when they work or make love, have also unconscious processes, I would say to them tranquilly, because I have it studied:

 Let's build with our work, a psychoanalytical consulting room in surgery rooms, in delivery rooms, in emergency rooms, in paediatric rooms, a psychoanalytical consulting room near our house so that relatives and friends who suffer these illnesses that Psychoanalysis cure, start a psychoanalytical treatment without delay.

 The young doctor might compete with the psychoanalyst, even knowing that in that special case the appropriate medicine is a psychoanalytical treatment, he doesn't derive the patient to the psychoanalyst.

 It had never occurred before to this young doctor to compete with the great laboratories which manufactured the medicines that cured some illnesses, especially when he made the right diagnosis.

 There are young practitioners of psychoanalysis who think that what they can't do, their psychoanalyst can and what their psychoanalyst can't, psychoanalysis can. Now they will have to learn with the same intensity that there are things which neither psychoanalysis can.

 The young doctor has already learnt something: It isn't about all of us having a soul that is unknown to us, but about that which man doesn't know, is the direct responsible  of certain illnesses.

 The complex unconscious affections are capable of producing, without the help of any pathogenic element, bodily illnesses which can lead a person to death.

 The young psychoanalyst has lost his faith. Desires, even unconscious, die with man.

 There are illnesses, there are cosmic catastrophes that don't even need one gram of what is psychic to kill.

 There are hungers that don't cease nor even speaking about them, there are wars in which no peace treaty is of any use.

 There are sinister jails that wait for the one who speaks and loves that in naming them, kill us for love.

 I hope that during the Congress I'm opening, we can converse, talk about words.

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Madrid, Carbonero y Sol March 29^th, 1978

  KNOWLEDGE

 You hide,
I know that you hide among your fragrances,
among your resentments,
                       sea opuscule.

 Aquatic flower,
herb under the earth and under the water,
                                                            and yet,
              more profound.
                                     I love you.

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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."  

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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

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ANTICIPATING
REALITY

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