MAGAZINE OF GARBAGE COLLECTION
Nº 41. YEAR 2001- MARCH, THURSDAY 8
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 41
declines to take the same measures other counties have
taken against foot-and-mouth disease.
She waits that it is demonstrated
that England is good, in the meantime the British minister of agriculture, Nick
Brown, admitted that it's impossible to stop the foot-and-mouth outbreak, which
means there's no other alternative than to export it.
takes measures against the British foot-and-mouth disease, but she can do
nothing with the Spanish crazy cows.
forces 24 Ecuadorians to return to their countries but she has no money for the
24,000 who enlisted themselves in the Government project.
spread viruses and bacteria throughout Europe. But Spain looks well, a
three-storey building in Princesa Street crumbles down and the experts say that
the cause was the rain.
Barajas Airport planes are delayed up to one day thanks to the pilots' strike,
the pilots say that the cause was
rain, the humidity it produces is responsible for the maltreatment most men in
the civilized world exercise over their women.
little sheep not to be less than cows got ill too and pigs were always bad
and fruit are sold contaminated and pot has the virus of laugh.
anything natural to eat man has surpassed himself, he has become self
sufficient, he eats his own shit.
July 28th, 1978
planning a sort of health care and social security plan for all of us in Madrid,
because it is very difficult for foreigners to obtain those things of health and
want to communicate to you that democracy doesn't exist in Spain either. All
laws, and this happens all over the world, only take into account the will of
to be powerful is that which you told me when I was yet a child. To have money,
to have prestige. Your words were never so real in a country like Spain, where
to register your son in the civil registry you must have a bank account.
the time being, I'm deciding little by little, to submit myself to the
laws which allow me to live. I have two accounts, one in pesetas in the
Meridional Bank, and another one, in dollars in the Industrial Financing Bank.
I'm slowly following the procedures to obtain my residence. I'm trying to adapt
myself well to this country where I had the chance to live.
to adapt yourself is never easy. Everybody has its aspirations, and I have mine
impose what I believe in, my human rights. I'll do everything slowly, I'm almost
a wise man. I'm not in a hurry for anything.
For the time being, I'm considered by some people one of the best living
writers, the rest I imagine, will come alone.
My next book will have 350 pages, what do you think, Dad? I'm coming closer to
the great book that you always wanted me to write.
July 26th, 1978
mirages lie in ambush and he who doesn't suffer
because he has, will suffer because he doesn't know and nothing is
raving summer announces a brilliant future for our skin.
same raving summer makes me recall the ocean. Writing is always a challenge,
always a desperate staging. An act, in all cases, humane.
letters, small writings, my beloved poems, are building a great book which will
be named Cero Group, that Impossible and Psychoanalysis of the Leader.
300 pages, trying to show a new combination, for which - as the writer says - we
are not yet prepared, not even ourselves.
book begins with an introduction of about 100 pages, its first words are from
August 10th, 1977.
few days from my second arrival to Madrid,
everything goes fine.
I'm sorry for having finished my best work,
a book where the poet attains to poetize what is most stupid,
the most banal, what we all know.
Little by little we'll achieve it,
certain ethic values
will spring into the air.
you may see, a good beginning, a way of saying that everything that happens to
us is our life.
July 26th, 1978
must confess, my writing stopped for an hour. I walked through the house, I ate
from love, the ripe fruit of the evening, I grew old together with the sun in
its perfect decadence and, before returning, I kissed the half-opened lips of
to you is something I don't know, It's something new to me, it's something truly
revolutionary among us, because as we all know, what is repressed in our
movement, whatever people say, is heterosexuality.
I try to move forward on what is holding us.
man, a woman, should be, as the poet says, an edge of an irreproachable abyss, a
man and a woman should be that what they are.
this isn't , as believed, something natural. I roam among the stars and I
traverse memories without piety, I look for a social agreement between us and I
find no one, I search for a harmony among our words and I find myself headless,
without knowing what to say, without knowing to whom to say what I don't yet
of us once said that everything was the joy of the foundation and well, I say to
myself, why if a man can, others can't?, why, if almost al men can, all women
can't?. And I ask and I speak alone in the mornings and I say to myself that
some of my pondering about passivity, contemplation and envy aren't enough to
explain what I think is a phenomenon.
to unleash my megalomania, I tell you that we are confronting the opportunity of
being able, perhaps not all, because no form of life must reach the absolute, at
least all who wish to.
explain, a sort of second foundation, or what we decided to call the Cero Group
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."
AN UNLIMITED DESIRE
AN UNQUESTIONABLE TENDERNESS
book written by Miguel Oscar Menassa
To get along with your partner in the Holiday Season
and during some of the working days
“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”.
THE PABLO MENASSA DE LUCIA ASSOCIATION
2001 Working Woman Award to the
The award will be delivered by the actress
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