The Pelvis of J.W. (Le Bassin de J.W.)

"I dreamed that John Wayne had a wonderful way"

"of swinging his hips at the North Pole."

THE HIPS OF J.W.

Directed by.

Let there be movement,

for stillness has corrupted us!

I would hazard the risk of revealing myself

at the risk of spreading myself thin

and losing myself

among the vulgar masses.

Look!

Out there,

between Mars and Venus,

I can still see

several unoccupied myriameters of my kingdom.

I wish to create a new world there:

From Nothingness shall it be born,

and to Nothingness shall it return one day.

The creatures that shall inhabit it

will believe themselves gods like us,

and it will be our pleasure

to watch their combats and vanities.

The world of madness

shall it be called.

What says my brother Lucifer

who shares with me

these realms to the south of the Milky Way?

Lord, brother,

your spiteful will demands suffering and unhappiness.

I loathe your idea!

What say the angels to my idea?

The Lord's will be done!

So be it!

Woe betide them who reveal their origin and mission to them.

Woe betide them who call Evil Good and Good Evil,

who make Light Shadow and Shadow Light,

sweetness bitter and bitterness sweet.

I shall call you up before the court of the Everlasting.

So, I am waiting.

Because...

do you meet the Everlasting more than once every 10,000 years

when he visits these regions?

I shall reveal the truth to mankind to thwart your design.

I curse you, Lucifer!

May your place be beneath the world of madness

that you may witness their torments. They shall call you the Devil.

You shall vanquish for you are as strong as Evil.

You shall be God to man, you, the calumniator, Satan!

Down with the rebel!

Forward!

Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel!

Strike... Samuel, Azareel, Mehazael!

Blow... Oreins, Paymon, Egyn, Amaimon!

O my God!

- I never noticed that tree before. - That tree is forbidden to us.

- Who forbade it? - God.

Which God? There are several.

Who speaks?

I, Lucifer, the Bearer of Light,

who wishes you happiness, and suffers for your sufferings.

See the new morning star, which heralds the sun's return!

It is my star, with a mirror that reflects the light of Truth.

Its beams, in the course of Time,

shall guide certain shepherds of a certain desert to a manger

where my son shall be born, the redeemer of the world.

Once you eat of that tree

you shall know Good and Evil.

You shall know that life is evil, that you are not gods,

that the Devil struck you blind

and that you exist merely to amuse the gods.

Eat and you shall possess the gift to relieve pain,

and the joy of death.

I wish to know and to be delivered.

Eat with me, Adam.

Woe betide us, for our joy is ended!

What happened?

Lucifer revealed your deeds to the inhabitants of the earth.

They know all and are happy.

Happy?

Woe betide them!

Too, he gave them the gift of freedom

so that they may return to Nothingness.

To die...

Very well...

Let they multiply before they die!

Let there be love!

O my God!

Since love came into the world my power is dead.

Abel, delivered by Cain, procreated with his sister.

And I wish to deliver them all!

Waters, oceans, springs, rivers,

you who can extinguish the flame of life:

Rise! Exterminate!

Woe betide us! Our joy is dead!

What happened?

Lucifer blew on the waters, which are rising to deliver mortals.

I know.

But I have just saved two of the least enlightened,

who shall never know the enigma.

Their vessel was grounded on Mont Ararat

and they have offered up holocausts.

Lucifer gave them a plant called vine,

whose sap engenders stupidity.

A drop of wine and they see what is.

The fools!

They do not know that I endowed their plant

with strange virtues:

Madness, sleep

and forgetfulness.

They will no longer know what their eyes have seen.

Woe betide us! What are the foolish inhabitants of earth doing?

Building a tower to lay siege to heaven.

Lucifer has taught them to ask questions.

So be it!

I shall strike their tongues

so that their questions remain sterile

and my brother Lucifer

be left speechless.

O my doves!

Did you think that virginity

gave you wings?

Woe betide us!

Lucifer has sent them his only son.

He is teaching truth to mankind.

What says he?

Born of a virgin, this son claims to come to liberate men,

and by his own death he claims to abolish the fear of death.

What say men?

Some say the Son is God, others that he is the Devil.

- What do they mean by the Devil? - Lucifer!

I repent

of ever having created man on earth.

He has become stronger...

stronger than I.

I have no more control

over this mob of lunatics and fools.

Amaimon,

Egyn, Paymon, Oriens,

deliver me of this burden:

Topple the world into the abyss.

A curse on these rebels!

Erect a gallows on the face of this accursed planet

as a sign of crime, punishment

and suffering.

Lord!

Your cruel will and words have taken their effect!

The Earth bolts from its orbit: Mountains collapse, waters rise.

There is cold, darkness, plague and famine ravage nations,

love turns to mortal hate, filial love to parricide.

Men think themselves in Hell. And you, Lord, are dethroned.

I finally burst a balloon!

Two!

Very good.

Help!

I repent of having repented!

Too late! All is in motion since you unleashed the forces.

I repent!

I placed the sparks of my soul

in impure beings.

Their fornications shame me as the wife

soils her husband by soiling her body.

The old man is raving!

My energy drains from me when they move away.

Their iniquity infects me.

I am tainted by the madness of my progeny.

What have I done, O Everlasting?

Have pity on me.

Because he loved maledictions,

let the malediction befall him.

And because he did not delight in benediction,

may he lose benedictions.

What madness!

Eternal God,

none among the gods is equal to you,

and your works are incomparable.

For you are great and you perform wonders.

You alone are God...

- you alone! - Madness!

Thus goes the world: When the gods play, mortals stray.

"God is dead." - Nietzsche.

"Nietzsche is dead." - God.

We must conclude that Strindberg wasn't really cultivated.

Consequently, even if he had met his near contemporary Freud,

he would have treated psychoanalysis as he did religion.

Strindberg had that unwieldy and slightly repellent culture

which you sometimes find among the self-taught.

Besides, when you read Inferno

you feel this is the prose of a brilliant man,

but not a great writer.

His amazing skilfulness is too glib and hot-headed,

typical of the fascinating chatter of talents

who are foreign to real culture and thus, reality.

In addition to admiring the amazing form of this diary,

the freedom of its descriptive passages and moral considerations,

you have a feeling, not of pity, but of affliction...

This wretch endured the most basic forms of clinical insanity:

Insomnia, feelings of suffocation,

electrical charges in the body,

buzzings in the head,

fear of being murdered by occult forces