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INDIO GRIS
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2001 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 72 YEAR II EDITORIAL
WAR CORRUPTS EVERYTHING My
future, your waist, the twisted pieces of iron. Even exhibitionism will be
another in the war. We won't see your legs but the missile that tears them out,
the indifferent weapon which pierces the eyes of any night. WAR
CORRUPTS EVERYTHING Your
madness of love, my economic equilibrium, the walls bursting against the bombs,
even poetry will be another in the war. There won't be any sound to transform
itself into singing. I saw her die, the poet will say, I saw her die, and that
will be the only truth. And there won't be metaphor or delirium when the poet
says: I saw her die, I saw her die torn to pieces. Running and torn to pieces
with a dead child between her arms and no one said anything and that was the
truth. WAR
CORRUPTS EVERYTHING As
from tomorrow, said the Head of State, a microbe will have more power than a
missile; a God, said the Head of State, will be more powerful than death. WAR
CORRUPTS EVERYTHING Also
my verses, your way of making love, that courage of not declaring yourself
defeated even if they kill you. You are like the spring which denies itself. A
flower which doesn't name itself flower, a painless sweat, an invisible death. WAR
CORRUPTS EVERYTHING I'M
also CORRUPTED
I suspended my trip around the world, with a 20 days stop in buenos
aires, for fear of dying. aren't
i an idiot! Nevertheless,
when I revoked my plane ticket, I felt a sort of relief. The question was no
joke. People at airports are very nervous, the air controllers are very nervous,
pilots are very nervous, the police, the military, people in general, even
terrorists are nervous at the airports. It was right not to travel but now,
where will I hide? How will I escape from toxic gases and continue breathing,
how will I do to stop speaking about the injustices of war? To make things
worse, there will be little food and almost no water and she will be sad and
love will lie quartered at the foot of some silent hill. WAR
CORRUPTS EVERYTHING War,
said the Secretary of State, will corrupt our future for at least ten years. War,
said the Indio Gris, is just another word. Until
the world blows up in our hands, we'll make love and, while resting, we'll make
the poem. This
time I'm the Indian who won't make war. Can't you see that there are no daggers left in my eyes, This time I'm the Indian coming from the future, I won't make war, and I won't escape, you coward. LETTER
TO BUENOS AIRES I
have destinies and I have solitude, To
my father, maddened of solitary love, To
the serene orchestras of the evening, That's
why I always think of returning and, I'll
return tomorrow and that never occurred. We
stopped arriving and that was forever.
Look,
Doctor, any person reading that paper will think that it is written for them. Whenever
I saw hatred in the writing, I felt guilty (for sure, I felt that in the best
pages of the book). I
was recalling that once my father said to me: "What is it, do you want,
your father and mother to quarrel". They made me feel fundamental to
them (the memory slants their current reality). This great passion I feel for my
psychoanalyst and his wife. After
a long silence I found courage to ask her: -
Why do you fear? -
I fear that if I speak you could see that I meddled up so much in your
life, without being expressly invited to. I'm going to feel very ashamed. Things
shouldn't be posed this way. I must fear that you tell me that everything was
intended for me to understand something, because I was blind, deaf, dumb, and
there was no other way to… and that after this you abandon me, but I think
that what is fundamental
are all the prejudices I have in order to be able to speak to you about
my discoveries. I'm persecuted by the image… Yes…that you will always feel
disappointed with me, when in reality it has to do with my life and, at that
level, it should be the same for me to disappoint you or not. I think that,
sometimes, I feel that your writings were especially written, paradoxically, to
put distance between you and I. And
I told her to conclude: -
Sometimes where you
gain more is in the place of the loss.
This
section was made with headlines from "El País" newspaper of 1 US
ASSURES TO ALREADY DOMINATE AFGHAN AIR SPACE Four
Afghans civilians who worked for the UN died in Kabul bombings. 2 AIRLINE
COMPANIES FACE LOSSES OF 13 BILLION EUROS 3 US
SHOWS PHOTOS OF THE BOMBINGS 4 PAKISTANI
ARMY UNFOLDS 200,000 SOLDIERS TO STOP ISLAMIC PROTESTS 5 US
PREPARES GROUND OPERATION The
American Secretary of Defence admits that the air attacks "will not bring
the Taliban down to their knees". 6 ARAFAT
URGENTLY ASKS ISRAEL FOR ANTI-RIOT MATERIAL TO STOP THE COMMOTION 7 THE
WHITE HOUSE RATIONS INFORMATION 8 THE
KEY IS IN THE REBELLION 9 HEALTH
MINISTRY TAKES MEASURES TO PREVENT BACTERIOLOGICAL RISKS 10 SPAIN OFFERS SPECIAL OPERATION
UNITS, PLANES AND SHIPS TO THE US Piqué,
Foreign Affairs Minister, states that the Spanish government "is not racing
to provide troops" 11 ANTHRAX
UNLEASHES FEAR IN FLORIDA 12 According
to Felix de Azua, of course, without any doubt, it cannot be a "clash of
civilisations", because there is only one civilisation, the capitalistic
one and its army of machines.
1 Facing
a new war, man tests his death drive and fears not to be able to solve it,
this time, in his favour. Anything
that may happen will be bad for the world. 2 War
loses all its sense once it is initiated. Sexual desires liberated from
their own free produce death everywhere. 3 Off
we go to war, they told us, to fight for peace. 4 I'm
in condition to write my master work: a war without dead, a peace without
madness. Letter
from the Editor Darling, I'm
depressed, I must admit, INDIO GRIS
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