Artaud. I went to a movie about Collette, an erotic author who 'studied' w/ Artaud. A woman I knew was there, She sd something like "Who was that asshole?" - referring to Artaud in a scene where he drilled "The Theater of Cruelty" into Collette. Ah, yes.. another reminder of the dominance of 'merican ignorance. Who, indeed, was "that asshole"? Uh, someone associated w/ Surrealism, an influential poet & playwright, an actor in both a movie about Joan of Arc & one about Napoleon - y'know? Not quite yr ordinary guy. A guy who visited the Tarahumara Indians in Mexico in 1936 to participate in their Peyote rituals. I've taken peyote. It's an important thing to do. ONE THINKS LIKE A PLANT under its influence. I put down roots. Artaud was an explorer of outer fringes of human consciousness. He probably wasn't the easiest guy to get along w/. But he was THERE when the rest of the idiotic bourgeois world was NOWHERESVILLE. On the back of this bk it's called "Anthropology" - that's true enuf. I call it "Philosophy" here. That's true enuf too. Like so much that I'm interested in, it's not so easy to say its one thing or another. Artaud was alive, at his own risk. Beyond that.. who's to say?! ( )

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