Manuel Diez Matilla : a forgotten fate

Psychoanalysis of the work of Manuel Diez Matilla

9th part

By Christian Diez Axnick

Revision in Sunday, August 18th, 2013

 I recommend to enlighten on a more general plan reader of this essay an entitled book " The big dates
of the French literature ", of Alain Couprie, in the editions Nathan University,

who redraws well enough the various movements in the French
literature. We can here understand for example that the new novel (nouveau
roman) is the last current of literature which took place in France. His
definition can seem to us vague today, and will be clearer by a few years.

In the same way, and in the same order of idea, Manuel Diez belongs to the bookish
tradition, that of the novel, in the measure or he joins in a certain
continuity.

 A book to be read, I read it there is about years: " the Montmartre of our twenty years ", of Paul
Yaki, Francis Carco's foreword, editions the old Montmartre. It is an
inescapable work for whom is interested in the French thought and in the
Montmartre.

Myfather frequented during his life places by or the biggest passed, especially
in Montmartre. I think as well to Van Gogh, Utrillo, Utter, of Suzanne Valadon,
of Gen Paul, of Fujita, of Man Ray (the American photographer of Montparnasse),
Toulouse Lautrec, Depaquit, Emile Bernard, Raoul Dufy and so many others, as
the chansonnier Aristide Bruand, or Renoir, that my father did not love too
much. We find certain parallelism there, the district being a real ant-hill of
painters and personalities of any orders. My father " had his
mouth " as we said of him.

It is him for example who realized the wooden shelves to tidy up a whole lot of old
sculptures, saved a lot of posters of Poulbot. Francisque Poulbot lived there; I worked at SR
electricity, practically in front of the house or he also lived in Saint-Denis,
in two streets of the basilica.

I worked for this society on the street of Rivoli (Together commercial Celio /
Jennyfer) and on the Drugstore Champs-Elysées in particular.

Lautrec, also, passed there. What he was able to save as posters of Lautrec. Which
shambles it was because this museum. Idem with sculptures and any sorts of
objects and sculptures.

He also threw itself into the cave, more than into the arena. If Zola wrote " the
stomach of Paris " in reference to the Halls, Montmartre is a real
termites' nest. He hated Carpenter, whom he accused for a long time of walking
with needles, and of coming in the back. Once or we passed by car with Pruden
after his redundancy, he even asked me to accelerate and to mow him while he
took out surreptitiously of 12 street Cortot, the museum thus of the old
Montmartre. His trial I said it lasted all the same 2 or 3 years, with a crowd
of witnesses.

He had particularly gone back up against him. I did not know in reality too much
Carpenter. He was almost never there when I came, and Claude Estier let us not
speak it. My
father sometimes received friends, father Charnin, Swiss priest, Spanish
friends, or still my brothers, or simply from relations of the mound. There was
Anne-Marie, Mrs Vertex.

Can the species of memorandum that I dedicate him to light the art lovers of all kinds,
and to make his contribution. Today for example, the Evangelische Kirche which
frequents my mother every Sunday in Paris organizes guided tours on the steps
of Utrillo. An exhibition took place in the picture gallery. Mrs Buttler takes
care of that, she is a minister. I saw the exposure with my wife. I find her
really great paintings, and her very interesting initiative it is true.

Concerts in the German church are remarkable

  There is a thing which I like, and which costs more than anything in the world for
me, it is the enthusiasm of the young Japanese generations, the will to become
integrated Japanese who live in France. Even Chinese which I sometimes see in
my job are interested seems to me you it as well in the fact as Jesus was a Jew
half Syrian, half Palestinian. Finally, I exaggerate, because Jesus was
israëlite, spoke Hebrew, and additionally Greek and Aramaic.

But the Japanese optimism seems to me even more important to the youngest. The freshness
of the Japanese is something pleasant. I would not say so much weakness or the
quasi-non-existence of our relationships with them, unfortunately.

I would want to say it here, because if we interpret correctly the thought of Jesus, it
is important.

A few years ago, Kristel, the sister of Oma, my grandmother, died. I was not even
able to be for the funeral. In this connection the book "Les sagesses d'
orient" of Gilbert Sinoué, is an excellent book of reflection. I often
regret that families know each other enough little or too little and are
separated by the geography.

My brother made the second journey in China. It is very difficult to restart in
Asia since Hiroshima and Nagasaki, is needed the courage. There also the crimes
of the American imperialism are uncountable and were also reported to us. My
brother is a case, he has never worked his life, but as I have already said it
he has knowd the major part most great masters of martial arts of the world. Dida
Diafat for example is from Villiers-le-Bel, I once perceived him with Ingo. He
was a world champion of Thai boxing.

I also think of this young Thai boxer, Mohamed, meanly murdered a few years ago to
Drancy. At the bottom, our algebra exists in the society, the criminality is a
crucial, alarming problem. Thank God, Berthe Mann has relatives who lives in
Jerusalem! That is what moves closer to us a few to the Holy Land.

Towards this period I had written to the emperor of Japan, but he preferred not to
answer me. The problems of the suburb exist it is true for all. Latimier did not decide on him.

 I think that Gulistan, of Saadi, is a big work. Pierre Seghers published it in the S.N.E.D. In fact, he
plundered texts. I got through it, but not in Arabic or Persian language. I had
not seen the exhibition on Sassanides. I do not despair with the Pahlavi.
Especially because of Leila's death. I can make a mistake, but I do my best in
spite of my health problems. I think that they progressed a lot. Two things can
damage us, says Saadi in Gulistan: keep silent when it is necessary to speak;
speak instead of keeping silent.

Except a song " as The suerte the inteligencia ", of Pepe Pinto, I do not
see major reference here. Things were to be difficult for Leila, she could not
have that few marks in life.

My father and I listened to this song during his last three years of its life to
the museum Cortot in Montmartre a lot. The canary of my father spun around its
cage. One day he escaped and my father had remained crazy about sadness. He
almost died from sorrow to have no more the canary. One day he did not return
to his cage, somebody has of to open the window. I do not know if it is me, I
do not believe. But as it is never known as we say. Anything can happen.

Three other proverbs:

- The wise person works, the ignoramus hopes.

- Your word is as your daughter: know who place her.

- Our tongue is a bow " We do not more see returning the word escaped from the
mouth than the arrow escaped from the bow " And when the arrow gets it all
wrong in the heart of other one, it is too late. ( Abou Shakour).

I saw the movie " The day of the skirt " with my mother and Hanifia. I
found that not bad. It is very theatrical. I was removed endly an enormous
nevrom of Morton in the left foot.

"Grantorino" is also a good movie. For once, my mother and Hanifia loved well Eastwood. I
saw him in V.O. with Hanifia. I think that it is one of better Eastwood and
doubtless one of the last ones.

I had signed a contract with a national company. I was bound to secrecy; finally,
happened to me the same thing with another society afterward. At the end of the
construction site all my creations will not return to this company because we
did not guard me after all. I was not rather pugnacious, I should have demanded
the notes of calculation. Generally, quite a lot of BE or companies which hire
me recommend me the discretion or the secret. Recently I made the plumbing of a
cultural center of the lower basement up to the roof.

I visited the palace of the UNESCO, and I found him particularly innovative and
modern.

In particular the presence of granite plates resulting from Hiroshima or Nagasaki.
The Americans released the bomb while the peace was signed and the finished
war. The old director of the UNESCO was Japanese.

The UNESCO also shelters works of Miro, Picasso and many of the other very
interesting things, of which a tapestry to the signed drawing Corbusier made to
Aubusson.

 My mother says that she was of a sacrificed generation, as that of my father, and it's true.

We can speak indeed about sacrificed generation, and somewhere, it is a little the same thing for ours.

 For example even recently a movie (Inglorious bastards) redraws the story of an Israeli
commando squad asked to eliminate Hitler. It is the fiction as the parody I
imagine, I did not see it.

 In the case of the generation of my parents, it is the reality, as well of the highly-rated of Moltke

as the highly-rated of Opa Linie, the grandfather of my cousins Arne and Markus. I have spoke in the
manual worker of introduction. They really and really went to the fire in front
of Hitler, when he sometimes made until 99 % of the voices in villages the most
moved the back by Germany. It deserves other thing than these American parodies
rather tinged with US nationalism, even if it is true that Hitler had other
important enemies, about whom this Von I do not know any more what,
Stauffenberg I believe.

A few years ago, I accompanied my mother in Deaconess of Versailles, who are bound I
believe in the deaconesses of Reuilly.

My wife Hanifia, had passed in Julien Lepers's broadcast " Questions for a
champion " when she arrived in France, and then passed in that of Thierry
Beccaro (Motus) because she had made a success of the qualifications. She won
with another lady. Beccaro that I saw is a big professional of the broadcasting
in my opinion, an upright man in his boots, integrates, sober and hard-working.
Lepers is also an open and intelligent man, sometimes a little scattered.

It seems to me that she is again going to pass in Motus.

She wrote in I do not know any more which body to say to them that " it is of
the fawning ", on my behalf in reality.

Indeed journalists had got to film Carla Bruni's dog or I do not know any more what,
then the president, " the dropping " as her calls him, invited itself
on the plateau. It was arranged in reality, the journalists shouting to the
surprise.

Undoubtedly Europe fell very low, our country more than another one. The upholder of one of
the worst nationalisms of his history managed of the sleight of hand to become
omnipresent on our screens, he monopolizes the media. And the left, for lack of
prevention, for lack of union, for lack of fighting spirit is allowed dismiss
by it pitiful.

My wife hates Sarkozy and changes channel as soon as he appears, she channel-flicks all
the time when pass the information and Ministers' troop which follow him. I I
consider that sometimes he makes his job as he can, and that the society is
widely also in collusion.

It is always the same who have to make the work, never the leaders in the power.
There is not in the current panorama of alternative in this tyranny which takes
shape for already years. A reaction force is missing. Which industrial and
financial, the biggest disaster which never occurs. Which lack of solidarity
and historic continuity. We break us. We humble us, we crush us. We minimize
our glorious past by the slander, the parody and satyr. I launch
here a solemn appeal. It is necessary to react. Wake up, raise you before it is
too late. The democracy is worth this effort. Let not your leaders spread the
lie and the ignorance. Let us organize the fight. Each has to take part in it.
The situation is serious. Our liberties are in danger.

I do not say that the differences do not exist between us. For me Alsace and
Lorraine (Elsass und Lothringen) were German during millenniums. But it is
necessary to level our various, to fight sets, and to hunt Sarkozy and his pipe
band of the power. A consensus, a general line is needed. Let us leave our
various with the cupboard. Let us take action. Let us not make in the
half-measure, our positions must be clear.

Let usside with the transparency in front of strengths and of the reactionary powers.

We always made it, we know how to make it, we shall know well how to make it
again.

My grandmother said " Wer sich als ein Hund vergibt, muss auch als ein Hund
bellen ". The one who behaves as a dog, also has to bark as a dog. I find
this very true sentence today. My grandmother has never hidden that sha was for
Hitler, and at the bottom I almost agree with her, or at least I understand it.
Hitler was an Austrian Jew among others, but at least he spoke clearly and he
really said of what he thought, even if I have never thought as him, what is
not the case of Cohn-Bendit, for whom I voted in the last European elections. I was
disappointed upon the arrival of the races I have to say. It is meaningless.
And otherwise all vote for the right, and are allowed get round as lackeys.

My grandmother when she lost in the games, began cheating. Sacred Oma. For example
when we played "Barrikadenspiel", the game of barricades who we play
with dice and place barricades to the others. She did well to laugh my mother. Oma
was very bad loser. In the rummy, also, who I always well enough played, or
other games. My mother did not too much forgive her for being so bad loser. In
Kniffel also, from time to time, she cheated. But I adored Oma.

Some people speak about revolutionary risk in this country, but do they say that
during decades, the assembly was kept by Jean-Louis Debré, about whom I spoke
in the manual worker of introduction, and that he was not even capable of
obtaining his school diploma ? They gave it to him only later and to regrets.
He did not have it at once.

It is necessary to react, it is the rule in democracy. France does not have to live
within the OTAN. The majority want the independence. Full stop. We are 500
million French speakers, and almost so many Spanish-speakers, Hispanics.
Sarkozy wants to make of us the servants of America. America can take place of
us, she always made it. To tell the truth, towards us, America always opted
for the ignorance. She ignores us. We do not count for her and she plays
without us, exploit us at most. The subprime mortgage crisis is a waste of
America.

The Americans seem good to be the first ones to mess royally Sarkozy. That we do
not imagine that I agree with him, it is only a pawn also. The highly-rated
" top hearts " is well known. In each to sweep in front of the door.

A public deficit was multiplied by two, members of parliament sent to sit in
Brussels, a congress in 400/500 000 euros for him, without counting all the
rest, Sarkozy profoundly changed the panorama, in particular at the young
people. There
are those who hate him, those who hate and channel-flick to every Sarkozy, my
wife is a member of it, and the immense majority of others.

I would say that French is difficult to encircle. Let us take Jacques-Laurent Bost, a
French writer who not bad wrote on Spain.

He says in " Spain from day to day " ( Edition Paul Morihien ) relevant
things and undoubtedly very interesting, but his racism, its contempt and its
disrespect wastes everything. Prosper Mérimée is the other writer, that seems
to me who the most wrote on Spain.

What he describes on "Pundonor" is very close to the reality, and to what
represented the Spanish theater, I had the opportunity to see. It was to shriek
with laughter.

It is there that it is necessary to remind to the youngest and at least informed
which extraordinary and outstanding artist was Manuel Diez Matilla. So that
they understand this strange, folded up and mesmerizing Spain. Of him until
Diego Amador, the guitarist of Flamenco who rises lately.

We shall redo no more painters as him. We are too much props up it in the deep
changes of society nowadays, too much oppressed, embarrassed even.

 Also let us understand that he sometimes said
" Los Americanos lo saben muy ", but I do not know what exactly. He
seemed to hint at American barracks in Spain.

 Here, I would like to prefer to hint at Lia Marchese, who knows me well. But I can make a mistake.

 I know it. There is also Francesca Lardin, the last friend of David, that I also knew well.

 An important page of our common history turns,
and it will be necessary to think of questioning the generations to come, of
asking to them for what they want to make for their own tour, to explain them
that this important artistic inheritance also concerns them, that each must
know how to take in hand, take care.

To deliver only an example, in the time either my father was in Montmartre, Claude
Nougaro already walked with Maurane in the district, or rather it is her which
walked on its steps.

I attended her excellent concert to Garges-lès-Gonesse who she pays him tribute
in her tour " O Nougaro ". My father had crossed his road one winter
evening I believe. Both men had common points. Which poet was Nougaro.

Not far in the district, the house thus of Diane Dufresne and of I do not know any more
which artist said to us Maurane. She sang in a cabaret of the district. I found
her particularly excellent, remarkable musicians all in all. Recently, my
mother, Hanifia and I so gone to see naps a concert of Country music in the
space Aznavour from Arnouville.

I went to see with Hanifia Richard Geere's last movie " Hatchi ". It was
really very well, very moving, the story of this dog which returned for 9 years
on the place who he still looked for his disappeared master.

Hanifia and I had also seen a very interesting representation of The flute enchanted to
Garges.

My
father had also seen it with my mother very long ago. It is a real masterpiece.

I often listen to Flute enchanted with Mozart. I find this particularly brilliant composer,
and I think that what he brought to the German people and to his music is
gigantic.

On the other hand, the fact that it was decreased, almost disabled person in reason
seems to me of venereal diseases, feels the effects slightly in his work.

My father had quantities of records at the house, but he was half deaf. He heard
very badly. Moreover, he died in reality from post-operative complications of
his operation of the ear or from the detached flag.

He lost consciousness first of all, and things then aggravated. The infection became
widespread afterward of establishment in establishment. It left from Gonesse who
he fell in the coma, following the failed operation of the ear at the hospital
Saint Denis's Delafontaine, then Bichat …

My mother speaks rightly in the case of her generation of " sacrificed
generation ". It is the case for a long time and until today, indeed. Mine
also gave a lot, without obtaining anything almost either in return. I saw
Opa Linie only once, it is to say the transition which was made. Nobody made
anything, nobody raised the little finger for this small man, this still young
old man, who participated in one of the biggest attempts against Hitler, the
father of Hanswerner, the grandfather of my cousins as I said it of the
highly-rated of my aunt Marita. Europe made nothing for him. Neither Germany
nor other countries. It was this attempt which had ended in hundreds of
beheaded opponents, a film parody of which we pulled. But for my uprooted
German family, it is deep Germany, the voice of Germany.

I appreciated a lot several months ago the exhibition on Munch in the picture
gallery. Munch is a very big artist, an immense painter, probably one of the
biggest Scandinavian painters. His painting reminds a little bit certain
masterpieces of Utrillo. My father moreover gets closer many of this style of
expression. It is a little the same school, the same vineyard. He stuck on the
brush, worked it, rested it. He scratched as one said in the building.

Once, my mother sold one of her paintings to win a little money. A big picture with a
flowerpot and ornaments of type and in the style of Old Castilla. A part of the
painting of my father was decorative and symbolist also. This
picture was one of very rare who he called on to the red, even if he used tones
red also to give nuances to tables and to furniture sometimes. Either he
cleared up, he “ bleutait ”, or he went towards tones leathers, or still
greens, or he warmed decorations with some red. It depended on the theme, the
decorations and the wishes of the customer.

Often, with Hanifia, my mother or other persons of the family, we are going to visit
castles or parks of the Paris region, who has not secrets anymore for me. We went
to Giverny and plan to return to it.

The public can notice it, our lifestyle partially became milder since the
disappearance of this big insatiable worker whom was my father, it painted
non-stop, its passion was tireless.

He painted until his last moments. I do not count his last two years of agony and
coma, because he had no more knowledge of him, he was not any more in state of
consciousness. He died in 1991.

 His two brothers, my uncles, followed him with David in 1999, very young death.

Today my uncles of Germany Uwe and Norbert went out too of operations.

 Let us hope that time to come are not too hard.
Hanifia has of still to undergo an operation after her successful mammary
reduction. I went
out there it make any years of a painful necrosis of the épiploom. The operation
passed well.

The last moments of his life were for him an Calvary and a terrible agony. I was
diverted, I did not know what to do. " No te hagas el perrin " (do
not make the puppy - el cachorro), he had said to me towards the end of his
life, before he dives into the disease. He waited as something of me, and did
not wish that I can make it for others. He died by way of complications
connected to the tuberculosis. He whose doctor had confided him upon his
arrival in France that he had never seen lungs as his. So spend years and
centuries, so go and come the makers of dreams and illusions, so cross the
artists.