Manuel Diez Matilla: a forgotten fate

 

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

 

10th party

 

By Christian Diez Axnick

Revision in Sunday, September 11th, 2011

 

" Goury de Roslan been born Von Moltke or the anti-Machiavellism "

 

( Warning : this text is now hold, the french text is more recent )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  This tenth party, I partially also drafted her for people who doubtless wish to know a little better my ideas. I think for example of Miss Ghaza, one athlete Syrian who was a world champion of heptathlon in Carolina Klüft's trail, just before its ascent, and why not in all those who hate me. They have the right me to criticize, but doubtless not all the rights either. I am not situated above everything, but I am situated on my place of barker, entertainer and strange and not too intelligent character either.

  I do not think of being a carpet for all that as thought of it my regretted brother David, and I have more honor than believed it my aunt Edith, but I stop here these useless debates, she had does well there reason. The world is what it is. A wide public, I noticed it, wishes to integrate the fabulous character whom was Manuel Diez Matilla by way of me, his younger son. I indeed want to serve as humble relai. I indeed owe him that. I admit the thoughtful and reasonable criticism. Because my role also is to inform. At least in my spirit.

 " El viento puede llévar todavia mas has veces ". " Subimos has tieso ". " Estamos a tutellar y a soto ". Let us stop any pride. Edith was doubtless also right. I would go even farther and I would say that Germany possesses a healthier, more objective and more critical vision. Certain recoil pulled over its situation.

  " Dale que te pego ", as said my father. " Séguimos andando ". It is true that you are all the same more than 10500 persons and some which are until today interested in the character and in the outstanding painter that he was. The public is a judge, it is a barometer and a serious indication of the success of an artist. And my father, even after his death, represents certain inescapable values, as well in the field of the oil painting as in that some cellulosic lacquer. He spoke about the only one

He spoke about a single way, and almost in the name of all Spain, at any rate he was one of rare Spanish must to have reached such an artistic and pictorial level for decades. I listened to all which went out of its mouth.

  I could say that I liked a lot a few months ago Michel Boujenah's funny show in the space Lino Ventura from Garges, who precedes of enough little the events of Tunisia, the outcome of which in spite of mortal confrontations seems happy at the moment. At any rate I hope for it for this country, because regrettably, the opposition MPs refused the experience which was offered to them of the power. The politics of the tense hand did not work. It understands, because this revolution counts already more than victims' hundred, and now much more. Boujenah is an immense coarse humour.

  I still loved a lot the movie " The Hottentot " that I saw in the cinema Jaques Prévert. He seemed to me at the same time funny and sad humiliating and perverse coach, finally if we want, because the production is what she is and in the situation which she also gives itself. At the bottom of my thought, I wish to return more to the Spanish language, but also to the language as the Hebrew there.

  However, I am not so fooled. There is as well a Yiddish, German, English, and then fact as realities seem clear or not. Arabic is also the language of a billion persons, the Altaic languages are also very interesting, the Aramaic is a part of it, the Armenian, the Turkish. There are so many interesting languages.

  I did not find as Hanifia that we had to deal with a dark Cuban actress. If Micaëla sees one day the movie, she will find it doubtless rather funny. My brother David listened to towards the end of his days the Cuban singer Compay Segundo a lot. It is a big actress and a comedienne.

 The Hebrew for Jesus stays the poor relation, the reference language, the most neutral, the most inescapable language. But his enemies were been already daylight. Already they want to put to death him as to fossilize him in this dead language.

 Let us try to return to our recent time there to sketch some more contemporary works on the Gaullist thought, that at the origin of a general endowed it is true with an important nobility of soul, but indifferent sometimes to the social poverty of the North, computer and deceitful according to his enemies, finally to a certain extent, because the greediness of the power always devoured a good part of the main Gaullist leaders also. Rather the top than bases it moreover.

Of these hypocritical and blind conspirators according to some who always make the things of such way, that at the end, Moroccan as the others, Americans for example, will always say to you that Hitler and Franco had only a single testicle between some crimes furthermore, some mediocrities furthermore or only his women know how to arrange the blow and save face, and still.

 De Gaulle was built a constitution for the own shoulders, by Lecanuet, Jacques Chaban-Delmas and Valéry Giscard d'Estaing. Its journey in Russia, its blindness about the line Oder-Neisse, while 12 million Germans lost their homeland, demonstrates it is true the madness and the total political unconsciousness of the character. Our family also had its own roots in East Prussia.

  And still, this democratic centralism is so serious? We can indeed come there by the other ends, it goes of is also, even if certain Moroccans are very cute, but melted in their system of thought in the grip of many difficulties in the contact of the Christian world. I am not there either to give reason or invent excuses which they do not have to the dictators. " No dice enseguida … ".

  The earthquake of the games of Barcelona, which saw the consecration of some some of the leaders who contributed to the murder of half of Europe, participates in the wreck of a generation, formerly carried in the naked, but who eventually found at the end. Even if were missing not some demonstrators' tens, but thousands not to say millions. Meanwhile, we passed in have it, refusing to ally us, slightly in fire-back, but refusing all the same. The reasons of state do not allow everything.

 I did not specially hate Jacques Chaban-Delmas's book " Memoirs for tomorrow ".

I like for example a passage or it delivers its reflection page 143:

" But it is necessary to recognize that with the lightning progress of the broadcasting the debate changed nature. The paper, we take him to read it; the image, we are taken by her. The paper allows the spirit to anticipate the sense of the words. The image is the homeland of the feelings. The paper constitutes by excellence the vehicle of the ideas. The image gives to understand only by giving to feel. The paper is a rifle the words of which are bullets. The broadcasting artillery kicks out ".

 Of course, Chaban in its gaullienne tradition is not either the German journalist Peter Scholl Latour, who it is true is rather critical in his book "Hexagonie", but he takes place de facto from the point of view seems you he of a member of Parliament, and not from the point of view of a soldier or of a politician eager for power and for lie, everything in

 Scholl Latour as for him, at least it remains underlying in its rather masterful and typically German book, does not leave inevitably untold the most absolute what according to him represents the evil made in Germany.

 What he brings back on the Saar and brushes on the even French or German politicians is interesting. What he depicts on the relations between Aachen and Reims, on the history of both countries also, in particular as regards May, 68 or the general branch of the Capetians also. He defines Jacques Chirac as a neo-Gaullist, what seems to me true.

  I hold besides Chaban however more technician he is not. Page 233 he brushes, I say it at the risk of deceiving me heavily, a painting of its vision as regards Pierre Mendès France.

  François Mitterrand will also have his vision of things on this subject. Leaving above, there does not seem be of ambiguity, and nevertheless, it is a relative symptom also between what what seems to me good to be the report, the relation sometimes distended between the political world and the Jews, at least in France.

 There is thus a difficulty of the Gaullists in cuissage of assumption, or smoke screen, but the Moroccan or Arabic film-maker who realized the movie " The Hottentot ", does not he also make the same thing of the Arabic point of view? Let us stop the action here some time. Yes, it exists in Europe, and I do not think of getting lost of many, social, societal relationships. They are sometimes dark, even absconds, because Africa, mythical earth, is also nice as in the grip of its own interests of domination also. But globally, we are in the humor or the melodrama.

  In the moment or whole populations stigmatize a part of Europe, I think in Castile, there or take root my deep origins, and assume the right  to make reign all the forms of terror, you should not either show itself too naïve. Empty shells and kingly utopias are not less numerous. It is not however still for lack of having tried or tempted something again.

  More nobody wants a conscript army in Europe, at least in France, but of which really returns you it ? Is it really serious? And was the past like that die-hard so much that they are there? The education sank into the cynicism and the corporatism for a long time. Body and the good. However, Borgia, that did they really bring in Rome, and the apostles, that did they bring to the lions of the circus except their useless flesh? And these cruel Italian, which do they bring they? And the Catholics, whom did they thus invent of so incredible if it is not themselves?

 French divert everything in their own image and in their own interest, for a long time.

 Let us be serious, De Gaulle was responsible cold and cynical to refuse to receive Franco, who was half Galician half Castilian, as there are indeed Galicians pure origin, but which walk in it too? He too tried to fall over towards the autarky.

 It is not a very big secret, but it brings to light certain deceitful and deceptive calculations as states do not have to adduce in so cynical a way either. The psychological weapon often overrides the reasons of state, and as this one is often a delusion and a decoy. It is not still enough to bandage eyes. 

 There is by default a Big and Small Spain, naivety, that it is not completely acquired.

Because there are also the powers of the disinformation, the cynicism and the lie, the manipulator strengths.

 The republic is also a laboratory of imbecile collected as in a steam room. A gaping abyss opened to all the donkeys of the earth. Let us leave his horns with the bull, it for the better need, as we need our teeth. Tudela is the first hour, Bernardo's new property to Tordesillas will be the second.

  The coast of the Gallic warrior is partially also in question. Vercingétorix is also a load and almost a lost cause, or rather badly committed. His fate fell over in Rome.

 Jesus speaks in reality for the Hebrew people, but he thinks of it not less inevitably. The house of Israel can vacillate, be in question. But she knows the ins and outs.

  The Aramaic is also the language of the Christ, as Greek.

  Israel can thus rock, as of surcroit and by extension all the houses. Having said that, there is one " but here is ". Roberjot drives its engineering consulting firm as one even a cow to the dairy also. The economic report also remains a balance of power, finally if we want, this report is underlying and involves at the same time as it distils the influence and the strength of the decisions.

 If Jesus speaks of decimate of the truth, he makes it by advancing a little bit also, in let us try and by suppositions. Nothing of excess wizard either. Steffi Graf will thus have children half more quietened down Iranian. Let us call back it, Iran declared the war in Germany to make cross its commonplaces, the Pan-Arabism possesses some suspect ways also. The pressure is the pressure, decimates him steals beyond the balance of power. It is also the law of the democracy.

 In fact, Jesus does not look for the absolute and perfect truth, but rather the more succeeded and more imperfect truth, that of a certain ultimate fuzziness.

 Nevertheless, it also seems to me to employ the language of the precision. I am not either decimates it of the truth without being sometimes a little bit precise.

 I never give in to the oppression, to the intimidation. I have all the same hundreds of victories, hundreds of fights, and I do not want to pass an old imbecile simpleton and a lantern, obedient and orderly, whom I am not really either.

 The rosary on the honor is not harmless, but the smell of the decomposition does not decree. Before anything else, Jesus does not want completely fooled, he will be pious as a Roman emperor, but any proportions kept well, because he is not either in that case there.

  Mecca also is only a city. And if a Christian does not want to give money for the construction of a mosque, let us pledge that he can obviously make it also. What of easier.

I make it of good heart.

 It is not doubtless enough still to appear with all its stenches, I came humbly and cleanly. I asked for nothing to anybody, to whoever it is.

 But it is here, and very here, that the stuffing of urns, the uselessness of the armies, their corruption, becomes again very fast an evidence. George Bush also knows. Vietnam will have been only a repetition as the other one, the human and inhuman laboratory among the others.

Yes the real history of the Kennedy for example seems nevertheless good to be the one of a family of Irish Catholic I believe, these married indeed to a French (Jacqueline Bisset), yes the character extrapolateur of the man, what consists for him to spread in various analyses is not completely secret. But the real nature of the man is another question. When my father had dexposed to Valançay, he had effectively paid the journalists to make hima little advertising, by simple coquetry. To launch his workshop and its activity, also.

 But the historians will not say at once about him that he also worked for Mr or Mrs Dupont and so on, and at so many private individuals. Let us consider here a Jesus Christ who knows how to argue about unlimitedness, but who does not believe necessarily blunders, and not hidden Jesuit, computer and cold, but a Jewish leader with its codes. All Graf did not either murder Jews in pits in shot. A lot of people is called "Graf", "Diez", and so on also. However, if the imbecile govern the earth, it awakens so sometimes the attention of big well hidden characters.

" Dar has trigo ", " Péro has quien? ". It is also a possible debate. Jesus knows that the Jews understand, but here is also a historic unknown or things took a course at least clear and known. Do they really want to advance the world seriously? There live(lie) a new problem, that also of the lack of inspiration, but also a calcified universe.

 For him, so much thus to become a king of Jews, it is faster indeed. However, from such a point of view, there is either no Claude Monet who likes his time. Almost nothing of it which exists today does not exist in his time.

 It will be necessary to him to admit defending the cause of the Jews, it will be necessary to him to integrate this reality which for us the other Christians is not completely obvious. Moreover, the cause of the republic is not so far either, but than is it really? Nothing else than itself, obviously.

 Of other one quoted,which really authorizes us to believe in the virtues of the Christianity?

So to speak, practically nothing. It is a fact. There is nothing either to glean in such a religion. Our crédo own commits only we, and naturally, commits us to nothing either.

 That's why Jesus believes sincerely that the Jews summarize what for them stays and remains justified. But well, there is effectively a public question, and this stabbing interrogation:

" Why let us defend ourselves beak and nails the community, while ourselves let us know all the perversity of this pseudo-principle worn down at the heel for centuries ". Doubtless because we arrange means to make it anyway, and of the required knowledge. Even of the inspiration.

 And ao, because things are separated, and even with De Nittis, friend of Claude Monet, because it is the principle of the Greco-lsLatin culture, but it is only a last resort. The Christianity is sometimes also felt as a duty in spite of its incandescent genius. The retrospective dedicated to Monet knew a very big success.

 In fact, if Jesus re-knows the right of the Jews to have themselves, he does not re-know them inevitably the right to guarantee anything, and exactly, the world is also anything, whoever. That is what thinks partially, but partially only Jesus, and still.

Mrs Rummo says nothing too serious either, down from her perch, or in the grave or she immured herself living being.

" Protect the identity of the cultures in front of systems " as says it Chaban. Which demagoguery also. Especially in a country one we have never produced so much of zyklon B for the Nazis, or laboratories Pasteur effectively caused the infertility of million women, without counting the rest, with the last scandal of laboratories Servier. What of better?

And the crimes for which Mendès France guaranteed? And what they called " the Algerian War ", without ever giving her even a name, but by making a suitability?

Peter Scholl Latour places Mendès to the left, even if Mitterand distrusted him at the time of its relative alliance of circumstance with Waldeck-Rochet. Chaban places him more to the right. For Peter Scholl Latour, he wanted to by-pass the communist party by the left.

 Who could consider here the point view French exactly? Nobody, naturally.

Jesus knows it: there is either no system, but codes, lies, perfidies, treasons, the imaginary truths of circumstance, balance of power and contempt.

Yes, to a certain extent, the winners cannot be situated instead of the losers, and mutually.

 Poor Amélie Vandepush or not, anyway, real De Gaulle is blind socially due to his own nature, he drives partially masked. No Dresden, it is not Grozny. Yes the French-speaking point of view is suspect.

 That made set apart French us steal our women, us despoil of our rights, us slander, us libel? The country of Sarkozy, the extreme-right and the FN has good back.

How could their truth be serious today? Really, the party is finished for a long time. For them too. Their pseudo-truth is turned down the corner well.

The proletariat is a constant. The planned economy, it is also the bet of the ignorance and the negation of the realities, the dodge of the poverty.

 Of course, who says genocide, ethnocide, as in Rwanda, in Liberia, or somewhere else in Africa, understands very well that everything is affair " of Einfluss ", of influence, influenza, et cetera.

The whites and the blacks see it good. A first party is very fast played. Joan of Arc dies all the same finally in flames and on the bucher.

 The trick she, exists well. Little by little, the colonial ex-empires lost their influence, their credibility.

 As for the gospel of Judas, it is not obviously the will of Judas. As for sound thirteenth as he calls him himself, it is obviously its thirteenth, but really, here is all the cleverness also.

 Here is which bridge with the real world seems consumed well. And especially, because the Spanish language is vast and diverse, how Jesus sees the Jewish world: with the two eyes. As he said it: " you see the straw which is in the eye of your brother, but kept silent does not see the beam which is in your eye ".

 Of course, the house of Israel is not either above everything. The "Don Fernando" also settles down. Later at least, and to a certain extent also. The cancer also settles down, and at every level. We lost so little by little the contact with Spain, with these extraordinary people, these funny people, with the humor so particular, and creative.

 Jesus speaks of decimate of the truth, because he understands the drama of the life, between what we wanted, what we really made, and what is, and this time, the word " nothing " is a different problem, even if it is recurring. A word which wants to say nothing more about the whole.

 Forgotten the remarkable Anselmo Fuerte, Gutierrez, the team-mate of Ocaña I believe, or Bahamontès, the tolédan, the cycling is indeed a sport of strength which liked fanatically my two brothers opened to all but also free. One of our friends lives a few kilometers away from Toledo.

 My father did not love too much the tenors of the cycling, but he often accompanied my two brothers in the cycling.

 But let us look henceforth a little farther, and we shall easily see the bell towers of the big and small Spain answering also. Here is how also.

 Of course everything is so openly, and of course Pierre is only Pierre. He is only a traitor, a renegade. Of course, Jesus does not believe inevitably everything. He suspects as well as the echo of our dreams is not still the reflection there, and as our whims are very diverse, our at least contradictory attitudes, but our purposes on earth are and remain that they are, moreover, most of our claimed objectives are vain already. Pierre is also a load, a traitor. 

  Behind the prestigious facade of the head of the church hides the traitor from the Christ, the ruined computer.

 For example, I cannot refrain from thinking that I do not live either in Hiroshima, or in Nagasaki, but I managed to integrat the other systems of thought and reflection. I do not argue by the space, but I also try to discern the common sense. And does the common sense exist here? At any rate, I understand these people.

 If I was Jesuit, I would indeed say to myself that there is not in priori of difference to beg in the street, ask for a cigarette, and stretch out a little money or give one. But I am not Jesuit, I am not Saint Thomas either, and for all that I do not believe necessarily in papal turkeys, in cars, and in big media carnival. Then, what I believe?

 And indeed I believe that god is an entity buried in each of us, but that from a generation to the other one, he makes figure of relative utopia. I believe that the alliances are partially made only in the hypocrisy, the bad faith, the obscurantism et cetera. We are too much eradicated in the long run to remain on a stable line.

 I think that we are every independents, but really also. It does not there take place either to believe in the karma. The stories exist only directly, they end directly also.

We are not all gifted children or working madmen, nor lazy people. It is not true either.

 Poor people, we are him all. Idiots and victims, we are him all also. But the universe is not as we him represent ourselves. He is separated from our projections, and well and truly. Because everything is enemy us on earth, and because communities live mostly in the separate state. Here is which reflection seems to me different.

 Each possesses the demagoguery in its mouth, each wants to win for him, but not really otherwise. There is really no standard, but the paunch and the wallet speak to the outside world, and the real world answers what he indeed wants to answer. There is inevitably no secret, but passages throughout or god misleads and combines his ewes. When the community cement is wet, our lives scatter in the nothingness.

 The work is so partially a false definition of the man, one claimed that it defines as his, because it finds nothing else in front of him, because the man is rejected if he does not defend himself, chased if he forbids himself, because he can believe only in the work and in anything else, it is all which stays in him. But there is a man.

 And when the woman becomes the handmaid of the nothing, it is its affair and its problem also.

 Of course Jesus lived, of course he has increases, and of course he made not "career" as we think of it, but of course he fast understood that it would not be possible either, and that it did not more remain than to invent the church for good. If ever the opportunity to make it would seriously have appeared.

 For the rest, it is true which our lives in all continue, which the painter was and will be again, the master was and will dead. The immigrants were and will be, welcomed. It is true that my question is reflexive also. I have my defects, god has his also, the other peoples also want to enslave it the others, they arrive there ever either. Nothing is easily made on earth. Nobody is fooled and everybody is for himself while god is for him too. In you he only serious objectives as regards the man?

 Then, I would mean to Miss Ghaza that she would doubtless be welcome to me too. As it is never known! And why not? After all, it is a fancy of the mind? What is it not rather what we call all the same " the field of the possible "? The conceivable in a way. What still falls about under the common sense in our own unconscious, this dark and perceptible breath which floods the mockery of our lives.

 The written mode possesses an appearance of logic, even if it is demolished by the antagonisms and all which comes against us. He also wants the reflection, the historic witness of the work of art, his relative understanding, at the moments different and underlying. It is also a vector of distribution and popularization. He serves a little bit also to fix the limits of the work and the accomplished task.

  Hanifia is brought in by Algeria and we went to see " Big sick body " in the space Lino Ventura from Garges on February 5th. It was not bad, very funny. She works in a residence on Celle Saint-Cloud. Important personalities are welcomed at the end of life there. Doctors among others.

  Passed for example the ex-trainer of Mari-José Perec there, died in the abandonment and the anonymity. If also finds there at present the former Italian actress, "Ana-Maria", the wife of Jean Sorel, the actor who pulled Pierre, the husband of Catherine Deneuve in Luis Bunuel's movie "Belle de Jour". I had seen it for the first time in Madrid, when we had taken me to visit the cousins of Madrid, I was quite small in the time.

 The movie was rerun there is little on the small screen. Jean Sorel, it is its actor's name, comes to visit her every day, in the second floor: " Call me Jean ", he says. But the discretion is rigorous in these establishments. Hanifia works on the third floor, but sometimes also on the second. Jean Sorel possesses a building particular boulevard Haussmann, not very far from the construction site for which I worked recently on the same boulevard as account manager with ERCC.

Ana Maria Ferreiro, whom he comes and sees every day, has been also an Italian actress, and was married to Vittorio Gasmann.

 I am always between missions of temporary work. We fell over from a world to another world. The know-how gets lost and dilutes in the time and the space. We have not more than the vestiges of the last time, witnesses of the greatness of time and of societies at the middle feudal at the middle primitive.