INDIO GRIS
INDIVIDUAL MAGAZINE OF GARBAGE
COLLECTION
Nº. 5 YEAR 2000, June,
Thursday 29th.
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2000
WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO TALK BUT WE DO IT
IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
SPANISH, FRENCH, GERMAN, ENGLISH,
ARABIAN,
PORTUGUES, ITALIAN AND CATALAN
INDIO GRIS,
IS A PRODUCT
OF A FUSION
EL BRILLO DE LO GRIS
Y
EL INDIO DEL JARAMA
THE FUSION WITH MORE FUTURE OF THE
XXI CENTURY
MADRID, February 5th, . 1984
Dear Mum:
Never had I such a longing desire to go back to Argentina, never had it been so impossible.
Dear, dear Mum, I'm so anxious to see you.
I'll do that, I'm going to visit you. I'll be going to visit you in a short time, you'll see.
If I go in April, almost nobody will notice it here. Easter week, everybody on vacation.
I think I've just had a great idea. Right now, I'll write a letter to Norma and another one to Roberto Molero and I'll ask Biblioteca Nueva for 100 copies of my book - EL OFICIO DE MORIR- diary of a psychoanalyst.
Receive an immense kiss that you'll soon return to me in Buenos Aires.
Your son, Miguel Oscar
Dear sister Norma:
I have finally decided to visit you in Buenos Aires. A short trip of fifteen days.
I thought I was going to write you a long letter, but right now, I've been left without words.
your brother Miguel
PS:. The trip will take place in April 1985, if everything results as I expect, and if everything goes wrong I shall travel in July or August, 1985. I'll be going anyway.
I cannot move from the chair where I'm not even sitting comfortable.
The world is waiting for me, but I also do hope that the world surrenders to me.
The world, lying here, on my working table.
The idea of going to Buenos Aires drove me crazy.
IF YOU HAVEN'T READ YET
THE NOVEL "EL SEXO DEL AMOR"
YOU HAVEN'T YET
SHIFTED CENTURIES
IT NEVER HAPPENED
IT IS NOT HAPPENING
IT CAN ONLY BE READ
No whims or I ´ll die rapidly.
This time I'll have to say no to everything, including me.
I have all the strings of my life loose. I don't control a thing any longer, not even the movement of my eyes.
Love, love, sweet abandoned hope.
What to do with God, when He doesn't exist for the hungry?
There are things that can't be done, not because they are difficult but because they shouldn't be done.
I'm a Spaniard, I like beer and air.
I walk through Madrid as if I were a man and,
however, my gaze carries a deviance,
its own way of falling, of loving life.
What happens to me among other things, is that I'm 43.
43 and still a virgin , what a tremendous thing
-Any story I'm able to tell about my life, always seems an incredible story. I am one man but as if were ten, that´s why nobody loves me.
This time I couldn't control myself and enquired:
-And you, what do you obtain from that?
-The supreme decision of dying happily, not because I've lived my own life but, precisely, because I've lived ten lives.
I didn't understand a word so I proposed to continue next time.
Sunday, April 29th., 1984.
Today I got up in Arganda del Rey, this means that the moving has taken place.
I haven't been able to write a word. A day born dead for thinking, a day, all of the day, used for living.
Do not look back, my love,
exile is behind
The coldness
of a solitary kiss
with death.
Now I have to know that during the 8 years I've been in Madrid, no one has done anything exactly in my favor.
Today I know. I start on my own or there will be nothing in my favor.
I start suffering the cruel benefits of living 27 kilometers from Madrid while working in Madrid.
ARGANDA DEL REY, MAY 11th, 1984
I'm alive once more. Today, I've replaced the tape of my typewriter and I've decided to produce:
NOTES FROM THE COUNTRYSIDE TO THE CITY
I'll start saying: nothing of me will last in the city from now on, nothing, only the word by word of my singing.
Grupo Cero has to be able to publish a Poetry an Psychoanalysis magazine called:
ARGANDA DEL REY
A PARISIAN TOUCH
IN THE PROVINCE OF MADRID
Little by little you'll obtain everything from me.
For the time being they have me cultivating black pearls in the Atlantic, as if it were still early to start living.
I approach the
sea laboriously and I ask myself:
-What will become of me when everything is inside me?
She looks at me as if she didn't believe me. I show her my teeth and say:
- Love me as if I were a dog, a thief.
And she loves me,
she finds my reasoning awkward but she loves me.
The ice of your amazement was evident.
That blind thing belong to us, mother,
we are the children of death.
Father
What memory shall I recall?
What intimate heat shall be brought about?
Fleshes on the verge of bursting
and madness,
that is what guides me.
I ascend and descend
from any height.
If I do not fly away
if I do not fall one day,
it is because of my way
of attaching myself to words.
I quarter myself with them
or flying
I freeze at a point.
To tolerate having lost
and the suffering from exile
shall stop there.
Each day that goes by I love Madrid more. In time I'll only write poems and that, I can realizes, Madrid will give to me.
THE TRUTH IN PSYCHOANALYSIS
PHRASES
–Truth is a construction.
–For the psychoanalyst, the payment is what suspends in him, his everyday way of desiring.
–All truth is produced to be transformed.
–Lacan relates truth to death pulsation.
In this way of saying, all truth is punctuation.
–Truth is experimented. That is why the patient, in transference, experiments his truth and transforms it.
–Sometimes it's necessary to discourage the patient, never to encourage him.
–Truth cannot be pursued.
–Truth for the psychic subject is the castration truth.
THE UNCONSCIOUS PULSES
BUT ONLY ON THE COUCH.
THE DAY BEFORE
I don't want to talk about football, I don't, but I have discovered something and I must say it.
The Spanish National Team will not classify because that's what its coaches want.
Clemente's example is tearing. He was the inventor of the praetorian guard, that could play very well behind the midfield.
And Camacho is the example of the supreme kindness. In the possible two errors that can support the failure, this time Molina's fake movement and Raul's false penalty, both had to do with the extreme kindness of the coach.
Nor Molina and not even Cañizares should have been the goalkeepers of the Spanish team, the position belonged to Casillas, a coach clearly has to choose what goes up and not what maintains its position or goes down.
And for Raul's penalty, we had already made the decision for Raul not to kick penalties anymore and Mendieta started to kick them with great success.
In other words, when Raul got ready to kick the penalty the coach knew it wouldn't be a goal, but he wouldn't avoid it. Spain is not prepared to win in football, it needs to be psychoanalyzed. At least the boys and the appointed coach.
With reference to the President of the Federation, he must have a great influence, even Mafia influence, to keep his position in spite of having lost almost everything during several years.
In relation to the history of people, every youngster, nationalist or president should know that poetry is the only real history of people. The history in history books is the history of victors. And I won't give more advice. Do you want to understand the history of people? All right, read poetry.
We advice the present Spanish government not to obtain the zero level, the zero level is ours.
We congratulate Grupo Prisa for believing that in time they will become good competitors of Grupo Cero, for the time being all we can do is to wait and encourage them.
IT NEVER HAPPENED
IT IS NOT HAPPENING
IT CAN ONLY BE READ.
France proposes the creation of the French-German empire to be able to govern Spain, Portugal, Italy and other small European countries effortlessly and at the same time break England's butt.
We agree about breaking England's butt though governing Europe as if it were a French-German little town doesn't seem entirely correct to us.