IN THE DAYS OF NOAH
By Soti Griva
There is a debt between affinity and blood ties. A reenactment that blocks desire. You return from a family dinner to «family» business relationships and the pain chain grows. You choke, cough, spit, but its probably due to some virus…Whatever you do you are in debt. As a gullet you are obligated to swallow not just insults but penetrations as well. To swallow penetrating intrusions. To attain your woe by means of an anal reproduction of glorified ruins…To drown yourself in shallow water, to become the shadow of a fantastic phallus, to be savored by mothers and all kinds of fathers (party members or no) and all this for what? So that the debt mounts up a little more each time. The debt stagnates in bulks of dues that multiply inwards. I will surprisingly relate this to the Flood. Many have this feeling of being surrounded by stagnant waters of fear, horror, anger, and worries of abandonment. It is a discipline in pain. To endure a cataclysm of that which humiliates and shrinks you into a «nothing» with plenty of not at all until you disappear, until you plummet from your own eyes. This masochism of liquid pain, as countless tissues are consumed, is converted into liquid apathy instead of being converted into liquid boner. There is of course the “liquid gaze” of the Other that seduces them… The Flood is them being overpowered by the blood ties of their family in multiple versions of the Oedipus myth. Of a humble home, a soap opera, middle-class or no, whatever the umbilical cord and placenta that connects them indissolubly to the death drive is called, it is like floating without a raft on the foamy waves of the red sea. If the psychoanalyst does not believe in escaping from the comfort and from the Oedipus vise in concentric circles of “successes” in servile ranks, no analysand will escape the womb of Egypt. He will always foster the elevated picture they would want for him and he will burn at every chance he gets in order to succeed. This Symbolic that is offered to you is a headless drive in the form of Knowledge, without the Imaginary and with a paranoid functionality mistaken for the Real. They carve you up, mutilate you, make you fit everywhere and you are nowhere and while you speak you are not heard! By no means is this all bloodless…
Now the debt controls the image of the body. The “Up and down” exchange and its transpositions. You cry tears instead of crying out cumming. The eye becomes your visible pain. Your pain like goodwill is profit for your eye. If your stock is measured in tears then sooner or later a flood of tears will overtake you. You do not unburden that way, as the experts in psychotherapy tell you. On the contrary you are burdened even more and pass into a hyperstimulation that drives you to exhausting over-action. To do nothing, since there is always someone savoring you caniballistically, and truly tire yourself out.
This is why you keep seeing them talk about cream sauce, truffles, sweets, candy and roasts in the oven, while drinking coffee. Because they constantly recall the taste that is not there anymore… They recall it fantastically as they really taste nothing.
Translation by Christos Agrafiotis, Photo by Spyros Markatis