With a disgust I have learned to ignore, I propel myself among these
pre-staged personalities, among these unending dependabilities,
male and
female humans, dogs, schools, mountains, quotidian and faded
terrors and
thrills. For a few thousand years now you put forth this axiomatic
humanoid of Oedipus, propagate it like an obscurantist epidemic,
the
castration complex man, the man of the natal trauma, upon which you
prop
up your amorous encounters, your occupations, your neckties and
your
purses, your progress, your arts, your churches. I detest this
natural son of
Oedipus, I disdain and abjure his pre-established biology. And, if
this is so
because man is born, then all that is left for me is to abjure
birth, abjure
any axiom even if it boasts of the appearance of a certitude.
Upholding like
a curse this quotidian psychology-consequence of birth, we will
never
unearth the potential of bursting into the world extrinsic of the
natal
trauma. The man of Oedipus deserves his destiny.
-Gherasim Luca (rendered from Romanian by Julian Semilian &
Sanda
Agalidi)
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