I am here today… another day more and I’m not still dead. Maybe it’s a miracle or maybe Dionysius is giving me a second chance. Anyway, I have one more year and death is turning furiously into fabulous tons of Ireland whisky, French rose Champagne and wine from any part of this thirsty world.
I would like to speak today about something… surrealistic. Some days ago, one friend and collaborator of Yareah Magazine, Joseph Mailander, described YM as a surrealistic magazine. I was laughing for a while and, in fact, I don’t know why. Surrealistic? What’s that? Yes, everybody knows about Dali and Buñuel and Magritte and many others but I must accept Joseph’s theory or fact: Spanish people are surrealistic! Since Quixote and Sancho, we are the paradox between the old medieval knight who wants to save his princess and the stupid fat man who wants just one thing: to drink and to live. Yes, we are between this two worlds, the eternal world of ideas but thinking and the –eternal too- world of eating and stooling and drinking. Cervantes’ idea was great: to divide one person in another two to describe the Spanish character.
But I think one more thing. Why is Cervantes so popular even into no Spanish people? I think the answer is simple, because in every part of the world, people have paradoxes living through paradoxes, angel and daemons coexisting in the same land or mind. Usually, I describe myself as an idiot who just wants to drink and smoke but… is it all the truth? Maybe it is in my case (joking, sorry) but people are more and more interested. Experiences come and experience lie in every mind and then, again, there’s the miracle of learning. We are our experiences and we are the common experiences and we are the experiences of the others but we are not just experiences. I mean: what’s your personality? We compose it with imagination and dreams and experiences and bad dreams and so many things I cannot describe… and we are genetics! The accumulated experiences of any other humans who have lived in this world since the beginning of times. Wow! And we are that and much more! We are the art and we are the philosophy and the mathematics and much more… we are at the same time the waiter and the guest in this banquet we call life.
The surrealism tries to explain it through its paintings and writers. Life is all, and the unconscious is now a receptacle to understand everything. Freud, Jung… Lacan… I think their attempts were good but they forgot something Dali knew: to understand the Humankind it’s necessary to know everything, understand everything, play all songs, read all books and kiss all girls… Yes, of course this is impossible but I think the greatness of Humankind is precisely that. Yes, it`s impossible but there’s something called art that tries it every night in every little apartment in every part of this world. We were painting for centuries and we will continue doing it and we will continue playing cards and drinking and writing philosophical books and we, people in the middle of the paradox, will continue falling and wake up again.
We can think a little about Hegel and his explanation of the movement (dialectic theory); Aristotle and his cause and effect. Don’t they understand movement as one fight between two ideas? I think the surrealism tries to transfer this idea to canvas and books but with one exception: these paintings and books needs people to complete the art.
We will back with this point I love. TO finish, I would like to say thank you to Mr. Mailander for the adjective. After thinking of it… I love Yareah Magazine was a surrealistic mag. Have a great day!