Chapter 15 man

If one wishes to make a generalization, it can be said that "The Sickness of Death" is the original state of "Blue Eyes and Black Hair".However, "The Sickness of Death" has already become a public case, and it is incomparable in any sense here. ①A novel published by the author in 1982. Some, from Peter Hentke to Maurice Blanchot, see The Sickness of Death as antithetical to the man facing the woman.It's okay to say that.I say that if men are interested in The Sickness of Death at this point, it is because they speculate more about what is relevant to them.It was remarkable that they had discovered something.Also unusually, some do not see in The Malady of death a man among many men who face men, and, furthermore, there is indeed a man who only faces in a very definite way A man against a woman.

① Peter Hantke (1942-), Austrian novelist and playwright, his works are regarded as "anti-fiction" and "talking drama". Men are mostly gay.All men have the potential to be gay, they just don't know it yet, haven't met a cling, or met the obviousness that shows it to them.Homosexuals know this and speak out.Women who know and truly love these gay men know about it and talk about it too. This disguised heterosexual, he always leans forward, twitters, is very interesting and wonderful, is a favorite in any occasion, clearly marked in the center of his body and mind. The incompatible contradictions in the brotherhood have completely disappeared, and in this second place, this is an absolute tragedy for women.

It's not so much the consequence of real experience as it is an intuition, a blind perception of what's actually going on between men.This is not a realization of the man personally, nor of the state of men in general, it is merely a display.Now I can't find a word for such a thing.Now, I just know it but can't find a word to describe it.It's there, but a word is missing.You can approach it metaphorically, if you like, and dispose of it at a distance.Now I will not speak as I did in The Sickness of Death, I will rather say: This is the difference contained in the same word, I don't know which of the differences, that is, about which projection of the word is important, The meaning that can be said about a word.A color lacks aura, and it immediately becomes a disproportionately bad blue.It is a very slight difference, but it can ruin everything, or on the contrary, at sea, on land, anywhere, without that shadow appearing, all may be all right.To the eyes, after all, it was a soft and beautiful veil devoid of love.

Between man and woman is where fantasy has its greatest power.On such occasions they are barricaded by sexual indifference, on which women are now all the more dependent, and which can repel a man who desires a woman thousands of miles away.Most of the time the woman herself does not know what is the disease that robs her of her desire.People often think that they don't know what desire is, how it works in a woman, what a woman thinks she should do all the time, she thinks she's going to do it like some other women.Needless to say on this point, what should be said is that people think that the desire must be very strong if the phantasy does not appear.This is called apathy.Apathy is the illusory vision of desire in a woman who desires nothing from the man who proposes to her.This kind of indifference is that a woman will always be loyal to the man she doesn't know before it belongs to her.Sexual apathy is the lack of desire for anything that does not belong to that man.The result of sexual apathy is then an unforeseeable, unrestricted conception with which no man can unite.This is the kind of desire that a woman possesses only for her lover.A man, whoever he may be, whatever social class he may be, if she desires him, is her lover.This ambition to devote oneself to the one and only man in the world is unverifiable and unexplainable, that's all.It's all about women.This is how it happens: in homosexuality, between lovers, desire can be equally intense, and men, like women, can become sexually indifferent, and if they change partners, which is extremely rare, they can also become incapacitated.It is disappointing that this situation falls within the scope of some basic concepts, but the concept is undoubtedly very close to reality.

Homosexuality is dangerous, and here people are pushed completely into the realm of duality of desire. In the homosexual state, problems are not resolved.The irreconcilability of men and women is an impossible attempt, but it is just to make this so-called love appear brilliant and great in the renewal of love one after another. Gay passion is gay.A homosexual loves the object of his love as his lover, his country, his creation, his land, but not the person he loves, which is homosexuality. Where we are touched by those we love, in the vaginal hollow, it echoes like a hollow in our flesh.This is the place our loved one's little stick wasn't originally here.With this lover we can never err.That is, in this place reserved for one man, the one we love, we cannot imagine another unrelated stick getting close to it.We scream in disgust when an unrelated man touches us.We only have those we love.Just like he possesses us.We possess each other.This occupied territory is where absolute solidity resides.It is here that we ask our loved ones to give us the most powerful bangs, to fill our bodies and fill our empty minds with reverberations.We are willing to die for this.

A writer who does not know women, who has never touched a woman's body, who has perhaps never read a book written by a woman, or a poem written by a woman, is doing literary work, he is deluding himself.One cannot be ignorant of similar fait accomplis, nor can he be the master of thinking for his kind.Roland Barthes, I had a personal friendship with him, but I could never appreciate him.I think he will always belong to that kind of unchanging teaching way of thinking, which is very rigorous and has strong prejudices.After I read his book "Mythology" series, I couldn't read it anymore.After his death I tried to read his book on photography, and this time I still couldn't read it, except for the chapter on his mother, which is beautifully written.This venerable mother, who had been his companion, was the only heroic figure in his desert-like life.Then I tried to read "Fragmentsdlun discours amoureux" (Fragmentsdlun discours amoureux), also failed.Very intelligently written.Yes, that's a note about love, that's what it is, love, out of love, is nothing, I think it's nothing, lovely people, anyway, they are lovely.After all, he is a writer.A certain kind of rigid, routine writer.that is it.

Even religious special favors say that it is necessary to open up to those who don't know, let him come in, allow him to make trouble, and it doesn't matter if he makes trouble.The law must be open, too, to be open so that anything can come in and disturb that customary liberty.It should be open to the non-believers, to the disempowered, to the unknown aspects of certain situations, to let them all manifest.In Roland Barthes, it is these things that are missing, and there is no such movement, and there is no such impulse stronger than the ego that runs through adolescence in the performance.Perhaps Roland Barthes entered adulthood as soon as his childhood was over.He had not experienced the dangers of adolescence.

Men often interpret the things I write about in terms of sexuality, as if that's my established position.They pick and choose from everything they read and everything we do.They laugh at the kind of sexual relationship that is not theirs. In one book, some men find it difficult to accept the two characters of the little white girl and the Chinese lover.They said, look and look, or simply close your eyes and don't look at it.They read with their eyes closed.For them, it's writing about an odd family, and about walks, ferries, so-called Saigon by night, colonial messy taverns, and the like.They couldn't see the little white girl's Chinese lover.For most people, the situation is different, but the two characters in the novel fill their hearts with the unpredictable desires that have come from the depths of the human heart since ancient times, that is, the desires for incest and rape.For me, the little girl who goes to school in the city, walks on the wide avenue with the tramway, in the market place, on the sidewalk full of dark-faced people, the goal is to go to the man, She is obliged to give herself to her lover, and the freedom she has, I no longer have, I have lost that freedom.

I still remember the hand on the body, and the freshness of the water pouring out of the urn.The weather is hot, the kind of heat is unimaginable now.I'm the one who makes people bathe me now, without drying my body and he puts me on a bed in a campsite without drying him dripping water - the boards are smooth as silk and cool - and he turns on the fan.A kind of strength and a kind of tenderness from him made me faint and soft, and swallowed me up. skin.brother's skin.Also similar.Hands are the same. I think in general the behavior of men towards women is rude and bossy.But such behavior does not prove that the man is rude or bossy, it only proves that the man is having sex with the opposite sex.Because of this copulation, he felt uncomfortable.He plays a character he hates.In heterosexual intercourse the man expects a moment, so to speak, a moment he demands.But he himself did not know that many men waited alone in intercourse with the opposite sex, hiding in their corners, having no common language with their women, whether in the salon, on the beach, or on the street, Who knows, this situation can number in the hundreds of millions around the world.It's exactly the same as women's private conversations. Men can only talk to men, other men, about their own affairs, and what they talk about is sex.To talk about sex is to be in the midst of sexual desire.That is, of course, different from talking about sports competitions, or talking about business affairs.

There are many things women get wrong.What they talk about is only the matter of material life.In the spiritual realm, they are not allowed to enter.They know very little about this.There are many other aspects that I don't know.For centuries women have been educated by men who have told them that they are inferior to men.But in an inferior and oppressed position, the conversation is more unfettered and more generalized, because they are originally stuck in the material life.This kind of conversation has existed since ancient times.Woman bears that almost stone-like misery for centuries before she sees the light of day in a book for women.Not so with men.Therefore, women are still the place of youth, fresh and bright.It's just that she didn't know it in the past.

What they should have in common with us is that touching charm, and the charm is that there is no distinction between each other.Whether you are a man or a woman, the most important thing is to find the similarities. If you are a man, your mate in a special place in your existence, that of your body, your mind, your race, your sex, is a true man's mate.You should accept women in this frame of mind.The woman you live with, with whom you have the usual, practical, culinary, subsistence, love, even passion and childbearing, family relationships, that's another person, as a man's number two .But in man the number one man, the great man, has no other definite relationship than his brother, other men.You can listen to the chats and conversations of your women in general, but don't analyze them in detail. Those conversations are like repeating the same old tune when they come to you.Women, don't listen to that.No one listens to what women say.No one will accuse you of this.Women are indeed boring, and women are indeed afraid to escape the roles they play.You probably wouldn't want them to do that either.The French bourgeoisie always regard a woman as secondary.But now women understand.She was gone, she was gone from the man; she was happier than ever.In the past she was represented by men.Things are much better now with gay people. Transitioning from being in love with a man to being gay is a dangerous danger that looms large.There is no greater change than that.Men no longer know themselves.He is like a newborn baby.Most of the time, he cannot overcome this crisis and find out the truth.First of all, he didn't understand at all, and the hypothesis of homosexuality, when.Of course, he refused.Such a man's woman, she knows, she learned it from him, or from others, or from her girlfriend, so she "clearly knows" everything.She can see clearly everything the man has said and done in the past."It's always been like that, you just can't see it. Others, people like him, find it," she said. This will lead to catastrophe.The beginning is potential.Some kind of slight depopulation was noticed.People are not willing to work.In such an initial period, in order for the work to be done, recourse was made to mass immigration.After that, I don't know what else to do.What people are waiting for is likely to be the final population slump.People just fell asleep.The Last Man To Die may have appeared unknowingly.But a new heterosexual relationship may appear, and the "comedy" begins again. Yes, talking about sex is not easy.A man, before he was a plumber or a writer, a taxi driver or an unemployed man, or a reporter, was a man, straight or gay.The difference is that some people know you and are prompting you like that, and others, they just step back.You should love men more.The more the better.For them, love for love's sake.There is nothing else possible, and people simply cannot tolerate them.