Narciso e O Outro

"Narciso" habita camada primordial e profund da mente humana, pilar mestre a partir do qual se estrutura nosso "Eu" (Ego), nossa personalidade. É força vital que perdura enquanto vivermos, pois o amar a si mesmo se confunde com a própria vontade de viver.
O 'narcisista' a que se referem as descrições clínicas de transtornos de caráter, é apenas um desvio grotesco dessa fundamental pulsão de vida.
Ao nascer, cada 'Narciso' logo se depara com a existência de outros seres humanos, que, como logo percebe, também são 'Narcisos'. E é no olhar do 'Outro' que o recém-chegado 'Narciso' encontra sua DANAÇÃO incontornável, o fim de seu gozo por si próprio, que soube extrair de sua própria imagem. É a efetiva expulsão humana do Paraíso.
No gozo autocontemplativo, 'Narciso' atingia a afirmação plena de si, enquanto a totalidade do existente único que julgava ser, dado que nada de externo lhe dizia respeito.
A imagem do 'Outro', então, imiscui-se e lhe rouba o protagonismo que busca ser o absoluto na cena do mundo.
Todo 'outro' com que se depara está, entretanto, nessa mesma busca ávida do orgasmo autocontemplativo de si, que prefere tomar por eterno.
Toda identidade pessoal, todo Eu/Ego que se mostra ao conviver na cena humana do mundo não pode ser senão máscara, armadura de combatente para uso na guerra dos Narcisos, nessa grande tartufferie que é sempre a convivência social.
Ninguém usa uma única máscara, nem cem, nem cem mil; seu número tende ao infinito, pois que se exibem a infinitos olhares e/ou infinitas perspectivas distribuídos pelos infinitos instantes fugazes da existência humana.

A Poesia Emana da Natureza!

"Quando as aves falam

com as pedras

e as rãs com as águas -

é de poesia que estão falando?"

Manoel de Barros

As Crianças, O Brincar e as Realidades

Crianças, ao brincar, criam e recriam realidades, a partir do que lhes chega aos sentidos vindo do exterior a sua volta. Sim, a essência de qualquer brincadeira é inventar realidades.(Que ingenuidade a de quem pensa que realidade só existe como um absoluto singular!)

Bem por isso não podemos deixar morrer dentro de nós o menino e/ou a menina que fomos. 

Dado que imaginação de criança é sempre livre, dela pode brotar-nos a força pra vencer adversidades. Tantas vezes os obstáculos intransponíveis impõem-se a nós  só pela incapacidade de pensarmos as situações concretas da vida sob ângulos diferentes.

Indivíduo e Realidade

Cada ser humano vem ao mundo como portador de um conceito, ou teoria, singularíssimo do que se chama de realidade. Do nascimento até o fim, o confronto com os fatos é a busca de uma confirmação ou negação dessa "rede de pesca" que lança pro oceano da vida, em busca de suas 'verdades'.

Buffaloes

Sudden and simultaneously all, absolutely all, the inhabitants of New York City turned into buffaloes. The same wild buffaloes whose huge herds crowded, the American prairies some centuries ago.
Twenty million wild buffaloes at least.
Exactly at rush time when men and women formed the biggest crowds, inside malls, shops and banks, or even within countless brothels and temples, or driving on large avenues, and also aboard ships. Everyone had become a buffalo, and as such was anxiously trying to free their large bodies from remains of suits, shirts, skirts now mere rags.
Things went all right for those individuals who had been just walking on the streets, because once newcomer bovines they simply had to keep on marching westward in a lengthy migration, surely nostalgic of the good old prairies. Buffaloes don't like the sea, so opposite to my own taste since if I only could I'd throw away this freaky torch and swim to the southeast, in search of the hotter waters of the Equatorial Atlantic.
The descent from the great buildings has not been that easy, for l think buffaloes don't know how to manage elevators, nor are they able to go downstairs, by any means, without great difficulties. Thousands of them arrived at street level, seriously excoriated and with several kinds of fractures. Worst of all, many threw themselves against glass windows, which caused their bodies to burst on streets, yielding huge blood pools.
When the survivors saw such bloody corpses, they started to run in the hundreds of thousands. This sped the emptying of the entire Big Apple.
Within brothels, however, some delay took place. It seems that the sudden change did not interfere with love making. On the contrary, couples possibly felt even stronger desires because, all of a sudden, money lost any kind of meaning... Sexual intercourses became once and for all very hot bovine lust, like that of bulls and cows.
In the first moments following the Great Mutation, while many of them were still grazing in Central Park, I saw dozens of planes from the U.S. Air Force on the horizon line. All of them fell and plunged deep into middle of New York Bay.
Despite seeming now so improbable somebody will ever have from a reliable, neutral source, any information on what did actually happen within those crashed planes, I keep wondering whether pilots, or anyone else therein, were able to avoid becoming buffaloes. I'm right now seeing a decomposing bovine corpse, amid rags of a USAF uniform, to float half a mile from my feet.
Anyway, I must confess it's been rather difficult for me to understand what's happening all around me. For a while I thought I would also be changed into a bronze buffalo, thereafter becoming a symbol to these before enslaved animals' apocalyptic liberation from mankind. Nevertheless, that did not take place, and I don't believe anymore it can still happen.

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This tale is part of The Last Owl, a novel you may get clicking HERE

'The Last Owl's Main Thread

How to finish off sleeplessness when counting sheep no longer works? A journalist not able to take out from mind so many pictures of Nature's widespread destruction, nor of the various miseries and horrors faced by mankind, is trying hard to fall asleep. Despite this, and while being quite alone in his empty bedroom on a winter night, yet overflowing with desire, he begins to remember past love affairs, with their so many delights, but which led to so hurtful frustrations too, until the moment in which he finally makes up a perhaps infallible tactic to fall asleep. 
His last thoughts before choosing this new sleeping game:
"Living plunged into a world taken to be the only real, human beings disdain those people who confuse dreams with the concreteness of full vigil life, calling them 'mad'! Nonetheless, paradoxically we all love the works of art, which suspend that 'so obvious' difference between reality and unreality.

'The Last Owl', published by amazon.com , may be found on:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004FGMTRC/

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B004FGMTRC

or on other amazon sites. 

Em português:
'A Última Coruja':
https://www.amazon.com.br/Sobrevoo-Coruja-Minerva-Marcos-Wagner-ebook/dp/B00F17WEII/ 

Coração Mentiroso

Meu coração tem verdades

Incompatíveis entre si.

Justo por isso são todas,

Igualmente verdadeiras.

Por amor, 

Eu faço mundos! 

Por amor,

Meu coração mente!

               

NOTA: O autor deste poema publicou o romance 'A Última Coruja',  que pode ser baixado como amostra grátis clicando numa das ligações abaixo: 

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B00F17WEII/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb

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Available too in English translation:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004FGMTRC

https://www.amazon.it/Owl-Minervas-Overflying-rainbow-English-ebook/dp/B004FGMTRC/

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