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Love: a failure to play these days

"My wife I are still together, because we keep talking,

quarreling and making love"

Sttephen King

Love is not this idyllic, romantic and naive notion of fairy tales; these end

before failure (fra-married, right after getting married), in the ecstasy made "coitus interruptus

of happiness" "And they lived happily ever after" but quite the opposite. It ends before it starts

good, that which is know and express the fleeting smiles

complicit partners, especially of women to see love as just a story "happy."

If anything the only story that shows some of the adventures, mazes and intricacies of love

is "Shrek" filmed by the production company, DreamWorks. Yes, love and its failure,

a dream, dreams are also a dream, as Freud suggested, "is also an embodiment

of desire." Remember that in German, the word "Schreck" metonymic

history of Shrek, means terror, fear, fright. And if all love and love-up, produces a kind of horror

What I do with this I feel? Why am I / you love / or? What

that (I imagine) I have to do to respond / maintain / care / have your love? All love

produces delusions: Does she love me not love me? As well as a close-to kidnapping and extortion

impossible demand exclusivity, stifling: "If you say you love me, let

to see your FRIENDS! "No wonder the arts have referred to love as" a disease

and incurable insanity "(" Love is a great folly and the cure that heals, makes a great

madness ") as a destiny marked by fate ("Romeo and Juliet") impossible love, the perfect match !!...

perfect because they lived together, they put the "black door with three locks

! - just died in ecstasy.

"Love is a failure to play" Why? Because there are failures, difficulties, problems

burst and show you something: in love faults. When I fall for someone

produces something like "Give something you do not have someone who is not" (Jacques Lacan)

You love something in another that is more than himself, is said to be " I ", or something shared: I love something in you that

maybe even you do not see it (or if you're not) and hence many things to do or say

not fit this idea / image / fantasy I guess you (Any assumption

position speaks speaks

whom some regard) thwarted. "Who the hell I fell in love then?!

claim is

-lovers, when they discover that their images do not match the model with

copy. (Eidos / Copy / Drill, orders platonic) and then from there you start the procession

complaints and cries like: "Why can not we be as before?! "

When we started out it was all ...! How will you be able to be as before, without first

knew and did not close, and daily treatment, previously unknown pests, mistakes, failures

himself and the other, everything was perfect, just because nobody knew nobody, had not the element

uncomfortable differences ("Irreconcilable Differences" is it not a major

grounds for divorce?) the closeness ... everything that is producing a kind of

unmasking of the object: it is not (really) as I thought. What thing-tell me-if

is one I thought, as I imagined? At that juncture that some relationships can be completed

, tangling a bit more, or suspended in a pause where no one touches (the

body, words, etc.) That love does not reach the urge to do something that traumatic and / or

annoying the other, perhaps others can find ways to play the game of love and heartbreak

... play with static images with romantic and disappointment as they show what

films "Shrek" where exactly the differences (abnormal, ugly,

amorphous, etc..) Cause rejection of others and of itself, constitute the very thing that makes

loop and symptoms of love, because he loves what the other is also what you hate, is part of the failure

with horror and fascination. I think limited is not participating to some extent

you hate / love the other, hence the poet says: "I hate you hate half the

to keep it to myself" (Sabin)

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by Camilo Ramírez Garza

¿ Acaso puede protegerme la casa de la muerte?

Jaime Sabines

En México, sobre todo en los estados y ciudades al norte, tal parece que a la única certeza en la vida, la muerte, y su angelical ensueño de causas “naturales”, las personas debemos añadirle las de una muerte cruenta, sea a manos del crimen organizado o del fuego cruzado, o confusiones “daño colateral” a manos del ejercito y/o la policía. Incluso hay quien se ha atrevido a comparar tales muertes, con la noción biopolítica de daños quirúrgicos "Desgraciadamente no se puede hacer in the human body as an operation, ie, surgery without touching the other members, sadly it has, we regret very much that ... " " said the Cardinal of Monterrey, Robles Ortega (El Norte 31/10 / 10) similar to what George W. Bush said the invasion in Iraq, as a preventive surgery, to which many doctors questioned the impossibility of such a notion.

definitely all die someday that's for sure, yet death is always experienced distant, distant, especially when "no reason to live" otherwise Death pervades with its aura of "mortification." As a symptom obsessive thinking, distracting, if not truly protect Traumatic actually pass something, hope, life, risk.

What if we lived aware that one day we will die? Not tragic sense as the poet of "transitory" describing Sigmund Freud, but as a creative possibility, namely that in the places, times and places we tread, others will be those who hold and enjoy, perhaps, of what we now have, of their effects. This would perhaps have other priorities, live slower, lighter, enjoy life: "Nothing you'll get when you leave / when the day is your final / live happy now while you can, maybe tomorrow will not have time to feel awake. ..."-sung the poet and singer Napoleon.

As capitalism, the state and the company want to know anything unusual deaths, their conditions and sufferings, as well as memory and history, for they are bearers of what is done and has done, focuses on "quality of life" rather than its qualities, seeking commodified, profiting from economic and how to minimize its importance by the statistic: "One death is a sad fact, thousands, simple statistics" W. Churchill, death is hence uniquely appealing. There is nothing more human and closer than that (Who do you play the bells?) To think or know someone's death, for more distant it is, it is impossible not to refer to itself, the death of another, my mirror, is somehow their own. As the only possibility to imagine making one's death is like another.

On the other hand, the addition of living death is celebrated, commemorated, announces: How much people do not meet precisely at the funerals of family and friends?! A talk, mourn, remember, tell jokes, laugh, suffer together, until later, dancing, drinking, making love ... just do claim that Heidegger expressed by humans: "We live in death, while dying, life ... hence the cry of the Mexican mischief, apology to life: To eat and suck the world will end! ".

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* Article published in the newspaper El Porvenir, Cultural, p. 3. October 27, 2010