Demasiadas provisiones

«Non risponde alla domanda: come mai hai deciso di nascere maschio?
Non ha risposto al’invito di dire quello che sa. Non trova via d’uscita. Non si è mai dato, abbandonato, fidato. Non è in grado di fornire un perfetto piacere sessuale alla donna. Non distingue, non riconosce la sua componente femminile. Fa sempre le stesse cose. Porta i calzini a letto. Fa finta di niente. Colpevole di non guardare, colpevole di autocompiacimento. Si compatisce. Non sa uscire di questa storia, teme di concludere. Sta sempre zitto. Parla troppo. Colpevole di sentirsi colpevole. Si prende sempre sul serio. Colpevole di ‘culità maniacale’. Ha i peli. Non sa cosa significa sentirsi occupato da una unica donna. Continua a diludersi che essista una donna unica ideale. Crede nella inferiorità mentale della donna. Considera alla donna un essere superiore. Vuole scoprire l’altra faccia della luna. Non è libero. Non sa giustificare la sua aggressività, volgarità, spudoratezza nella visione della donna. Si sente solo. Nessuna è il suo tipo. Si crede protagonista. Continua a scapare. Non si rassegna. Ha la presunzione di cercare ancora. Abitudinario, borghese, moralista. Maschio proprio. È un tacchino. Ha paura. Non si acotenta mai. Non vuole crescere. Non sa cucinare. Pischa in piedi.»

«No responde a la pregunta: ¿Por qué decidiste nacer hombre?
No responde a la invitación de decir lo que sabe. No encuentra la salida. Nunca se ha entregado, abandonado, fiado. No puede ofrecer un perfecto placer sexual a la mujer. No distingue, no reconoce su componente femenino. Hace siempre las mismas cosas, lleva calcetines en la cama. Finge que no pasa nada. Culpable de no mirar. Culpable de autocomplacencia. Se compadece, no sabe salir de esta historia, teme terminar. Está siempre callado. Habla demasiado. Culpable de sentirse culpable. Se toma siempre en serio. Culpable de ‘culidad maniaca’. Tiene pelos. No sabe lo que significa ocuparse de una sola mujer. Sigue engañándose persiguiendo a una mujer única e ideal. Cree en la inferioridad mental de la mujer. Considera a la mujer un ser superior. Quiere descubrir la otra cara de la luna. No es libre. No sabe justificar la agresividad, la vulgaridad, la desvergüenza de su visión de la mujer. Se siente solo. Ninguna es su tipo. Se cree el protagonista, escapa de nuevo, no se resigna. Tiene la presunción de estar aún buscando. Rutinario. Burgués. Moralista. Típico macho. Es un gallina. Tiene miedo. Nunca está satisfecho. No quiere crecer. No sabe cocinar. Mea de pie.»

*La città delle donne (imagen de rodaje). Federico Fellini, 1979.
*La città delle donne. Federico Fellini, 1979.

¿Empezar el día eligiendo?

*Vittorio Gassman.

Manteles siempre

*Angie Dickinson.
*Légère et court-vêtue. Jean Laviron, 1953.

Logorrea de los dialectos

«La volupté d'être inconnu ou incompris est rare; cependant, à y bien réfléchir, n'équivaut-elle pas à la fierté d'avoir triomphé des vanités et des honneurs? au désir d'une renommée inhabituelle et comme d'une célébrité sans public? Ce qui est bien la forme suprême, le summum de l'appétit de gloire.»

«La voluptuosidad de ser desconocido o incomprendido es rara; no obstante, si bien se mira, ¿no equivale acaso al orgullo de haber triunfado sobre las vanidades y los honores, sobre el deseo de un renombre inhabitual, al orgullo de una celebridad sin público? Lo cual constituye la forma suprema, el summum, del apetito de gloria»

*Vasco Szinetar, E.M. Cioran. París. Vasco Szinetar, 1980.
*Odyssée de la Rancune. E.M Cioran, 1959.

Con salvaje escrutinio

*Clint Eastwood.
*Thomas Bernhard.

La llegada de ideas

Una noción de ardillas

«God preserve me —continued— from women who dress like toreros to go to the supermarket, and from cowhide dispatch cases, and from flannels and gabardines. Preserve me from word games and adulterers, from basset hounds and swimming pools and frozen canapés and Bloody Mary’s and smugness and syringa bushes and P.T.A meetings.»

«Dio mi liberi —continuava— da donne che si vestono come toreros per andare al supermercato e da cartelle in pelle di vacca e da flanella e gabardine. Mi liberi dai giochi di parole e dagli adulteri, dai bassotti e dalle piscine, dalle tartine surgelate, dai Bloody Mary, dalla sciocca vanità della gente, dalle piante di lillà e dagli incontri scuola-famiglia ».

«Dios me libre —continuó— de mujeres que se visten como toreros para ir al supermercado, y de las carteras de cuero, de los trajes de franela y de las gabardinas. Líbreme también de los juegos de palabras y de los adúlteros, de los perros salchicha y de las piscinas, de los canapés congelados y los Bloody Mary y de los presuntuosos, de los arbustos de lilas y los mítines de las asociaciones de padres y profesores.»

*The Trouble of Marcie Flint. John Cheever, 1957.

Sobre la religión, sobre las migraciones

*The Ghost and Mrs Muir. Joseph L. Manckiewicz, 1947.
*The Asphalt Jungle. John Huston, 1950.
*Human Desires. Frit Lang, 1954.
*While the City Sleeps. Fritz Lang, 1956.
*För att inte tala om alla dessa kvinnor. Ingmar Bergman, 1964.
*El cielo sube. Marc Recha, 1991.

Nada de autosugestión

*North by Northwest. Alfred Hitchcock, 1959.
*Zabriskie Point. Michelangelo Antonioni, 1970.

Moratoria narrativa

*Fichas de Hannah Arendt sobre W. H. Auden. 1938-1976.

Lo demás es secundario

*Bertrand Russell.
*Le Corbusier.

En forma

*First steps. Jan Saudek, 1963.

Rabiando de insomnio

«(...)You lived nerves drawn | tense beside dogtooth violets | bougainvillaea swaying | rushes and yellow jasmine | that smells so sweet | young and desperate | as you were taking chances | sometimes that you should be | thrown from the saddle | and get your neck broke | as it must have happened and it did in the end »

« (...)Viviste arrastrada por los nervios | tensa entre violetas diente de perro | buganvillas juncos | tambaleantes y jazmines amarillos | tan aromáticos | joven y desesperada | mientras asumías riesgos | en ocasiones en que podías | caer de la montura | y romperte el cuello | como se imponía que sucediera y como al fin sucedió»

* Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
* To the Ghost of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. William Carlos Williams, 1954.

Yo te vendí y tú me vendiste

«War, it will be seen, accomplishes the necessary destruction, but accomplishes it in a psychologically acceptable way. In principle it would be quite simple to waste the surplus labour of the world by building temples and pyramids, by digging holes and filling them up again, or even by producing vast quantities of goods and then setting fire to them. But this would provide only the economic and not the emotional basis for a hierarchical society. What is concerned here is not the morale of masses, whose attitude is unimportant so long as they are kept steadily at work, but the morale of the Party itself. Even the humblest Party member is expected to be competent, industrious, and even intelligent within narrow limits, but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph. In other words it is necessary that he should have the mentality appropriate to a state of war. (...) In our own day they are not fighting against one another at all. The war is waged by each ruling group against its own subjects, and the object of the war is not to make or prevent conquests of territory, but to keep the structure of society intact.»

«Se verá que la guerra no sólo realiza la necesaria distinción, sino que la efectúa de un modo aceptable psicológicamente. En principio, sería muy sencillo derrochar el trabajo sobrante construyendo templos y pirámides, abriendo zanjas y volviéndolas a llenar o incluso produciendo inmensas cantidades de bienes y prendiéndoles fuego. Pero esto sólo daría la base económica y no la emotiva para una sociedad jerarquizada. Lo que interesa no es la moral de las masas, cuya actitud no importa mientras se hallen absorbidas por su trabajo, sino la moral del Partido mismo. Se espera que hasta el más humilde de los miembros del Partido sea competente, laborioso e incluso inteligente -siempre dentro de límites reducidos, claro está-, pero siempre es preciso que sea un fanático ignorante y crédulo en el que prevalezca el miedo, el odio, la adulación y una continua sensación orgiástica de triunfo. En otras palabras, es necesario que ese hombre posea la mentalidad típica de la guerra. No importa que haya o no haya guerra y, ya que no es posible una victoria decisiva, tampoco importa si la guerra va bien o mal. Lo único preciso es que exista un estado de guerra. (...) En nuestros días no luchan unos contra otros, sino cada grupo dirigente contra sus propios súbditos, y el objeto de la guerra no es conquistar territorio ni defenderlo, sino mantener intacta la estructura de la sociedad.»

* Nineteen Eighty Four. Michael Anderson, 1956.
* Nineteen Eighty Four. Michael Radford, 1984.
* Nineteen Eighty Four. George Orwell, 1949.

Maldición, bendición

Confianza en la cerveza

*En Three War films by Andrej Wajda. Eric Skillman.

Consenso

*Franz Kafka, 1896.

Dialecto

*John Cassavetes.

Los otros sentidos del oído

*A Clockwork Orange. Stanley Kubrick, 1971.
*The Deaths of Ian Stone. Dario Piana, 2007.

Aprender a sentarse

Los aires finales

*Vladimir Holan, František Halas. Moravia, 1935.

Pasitos en chinelas

«Belief in a cause is a source of happiness to large numbers of people. I am not thinking only of revolutionaries, socialists, nationalists in oppressed countries, and such; I am thinkng also of many humbler kinds of belief. The men I have known who believed that the English were the lost ten tribes were almost invariably happy, while as for those who believed that the English were only the tribes of Ephraim and Manasseh heir bliss knew no bounds. I am not suggesting that the reader should adopt this creed, since I cannot advocate any happiness based upon what seem to me to be false beliefs. For the same reason I cannot urge the reader to believe that men should live exclusively upon nuts, although, so far as my observation goes, this belief invariably ensures perfect happiness.»

«La fe en algo es motivo de felicidad para mucha gente. No pienso sólo en los revolucionarios, socialistas y nacionalistas de países oprimidos, sino en convicciones más insignificantes. He conocido a personas convencidas de que los ingleses eran las diez tribus perdidas, casi invariablemente felices, y para quienes creen que los ingleses son solamente de las tribus de Efraín y Manasés la dicha no conoce límites. No quiero inducir al lector a que adopte este credo, porque no puedo abogar por ninguna felicidad basada en lo que se me antojan creencias falsas. Por la misma razón, no puedo inducir al lector a creer que los hombres deben vivir sólo de nueces, aunque, según mis observaciones, esta creencia asegura invariablemente una perfecta felicidad.»

*The conquest of happiness. Bertrand Russell, 1930.

Flauta de humo azul

*Jorie Graham.
*Emmylou Harris

La fe se amotina

Well, the first thing I want to say is: mandate my ass! 

Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not even 26% of the American people, but 26% of the registered voters form a mandate or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy and 3,4% voted for somebody else who might have been running. 

But, oh yeah, I remember. In this year that we have now declared the year from Shogun to Reagan, I remember what I said about Reagan, meant it. Acted like an actor Hollyweird. Acted like a liberal. Acted like General Franco when he acted like governor of California, then he acted like a republican. Then he acted like somebody was going to vote for him for president. And now we act like 26% of the registered voters is actually a mandate. We're all actors in this, I suppose. 

What has happened is that in the last 20 years, America has changed from a producer to a consumer. And all consumers know that when the producer names the tune the consumer has got to dance. That's the way it is. We used to be a producer very inflexible at that, and now we are consumers and, finding it difficult to understand. Natural resources and minerals will change your world. The Arabs used to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world. This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they want to be diplomats or continue the same policy - of nuclear nightmare diplomacy. John Foster Dulles ain't nothing but the name of an airport now. 

The idea concerns the fact that this country wants nostalgia. They want to go back as far as they can even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue at the last possible moment. The day of the man in the white hat or the man on the white horse - or the man who always came to save America at the last moment someone always came to save America at the last moment especially in B movies. And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But since John Wayne was no longer available, they settled for Ronald Reagan and it has placed us in a situation that we can only look at like a B movie. 

Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When the cavalry came straight away and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous B movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper The Defensive Weinberger no more animated choice is available. The director will be Attila the Haig, running around frantically declaring himself in control and in charge. The ultimate realization of the inmates taking over at the asylum. The screenplay will be adapted from the book called Voodoo Economics by George Papa Doc Bush. Music by the Village People the very military "Macho Man." 

Company!!! 
Macho, macho man! 
Two-three-four. 
He likes to be well, you get the point. 
Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your leftright, left, right, left, right! 

A theme song for saber-rallying and selling wars door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne. Clichs abound like kangaroos courtesy of some spaced out Marlin Perkins, a Reagan contemporary. Clichs like, itchy trigger finger and tall in the saddle and riding off or on into the sunset. Clichs like, Get off of my planet by sundown! More so than clichs like, he died with his boots on. Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough the man is. Cagney tough the man is. Hollywood tough the man is. Cheap stick tough. And Bonzo's substantial. The ultimate in synthetic selling: A Madison Avenue masterpiece a miracle a cotton-candy politicianPresto! Macho! 

Macho, macho man! 

Put your orders in America. And quick as Kodak your leaders duplicate with the accent being on the nukes - cause all of a sudden we have fallen prey to selective amnesia - remembering what we want to remember and forgetting what we choose to forget. All of a sudden, the man who called for a blood bath on our college campuses is supposed to be Dudley God-damn Do-Right? 

You go give them liberals hell Ronnie. That was the mandate. To the new Captain Bly on the new ship of fools. It was doubtlessly based on his chameleon performance of the past - as a liberal democrat as the head of the Studio Actor's Guild. When other celluloid saviors were cringing in terror from McCarthy Ron stood tall. It goes all the way back from Hollywood to hillbilly. From liberal to libelous, from Bonzo to Birch idolborn again. Civil rights, women's rights, gay rightsit's all wrong. Call in the cavalry to disrupt this perception of freedom gone wild. God damn itfirst one wants freedom, then the whole damn world wants freedom. 

Nostalgia, that's what we wantthe good ol' dayswhen we gave'em hell. When the buck stopped somewhere and you could still buy something with it. To a time when movies were in black and white and so was everything else. Even if we go back to the campaign trail, before six-gun Ron shot off his face and developed hoof-in-mouth. Before the free press went down before full-court press. And were reluctant to review the menu because they knew the only thing available was Crow. 

Lon Chaney, our man of a thousand faces - no match for Ron. Doug Henning does the make-up - special effects from Grecian Formula 16 and Crazy Glue. Transportation furnished by the David Rockefeller of Remote Control Company. Their slogan is, Why wait for 1984? You can panic now...and avoid the rush. 

So much for the good news 

As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items are hot - the House claims all ties. Jobs are down, money is scarce and common sense is at an all-time low on heavy trading. Movies were looking better than ever and now no one is looking because, we're starring in a B movie. And we would rather had John Waynewe would rather had John Wayne. 

You don't need to be in no hurry. 
You ain't never really got to worry. 
And you don't need to check on how you feel. 
Just keep repeating that none of this is real. 
And if you're sensing, that something's wrong, 
Well just remember, that it won't be too long 
before the director cuts the scene, yeah. 

This ain't really your life, 
ain't really your life. 
Ain't really, ain't nothing but a movie. 





Unidad de la arena

No eran hélices

*Saul Steinberg, Hedda Sterne. George Platt Lynes, 1944-45.

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