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Antonin Artaud Selected Writings Ed. Susan Sontag

As most of you know, I took a class on Artaud at NYU. Granted, I hated the class. But that doesn't mean I don't harbor some kind of strange fascination with Artaud. Don't get me wrong. I don't like him. I don't like him and I don't like him and I don't like him... Which pretty much means that he terrifies me.

The hefty little Sontag ed. is about 1/100th of Artaud's blatherings. Man, that dude wrote. I mean, really wrote. Wrote all the way through it. Gotta respect that. As a writer, I think Artaud was really important for me. He was like a measuring cup.

I looked in the Artaud-mirror. His passionate affirmations and denunciations, his selfishness and vanity, his indulgence, addiction, intoxication. He writes like a lunatic inside me.

...It's the spider-web sanctuary,
the onouric tuft
of where-ere the sail,
the anal plate of anayou

(You're not taking anything away, god,
because it's me.
You've never taken anything like this away from me.
I'm writing it here fo rthe first time,
I'm finding it for the first time.)...

(The Return of Artaud, le Momo, 523)

Man, I don't know what, but I've got to do something--I've got to do something about it.

This is why:
the great secret of Indian culture
is to bring the world back to zero,
always,

but rather
     1) too late rather than sooner,

     2) which means
         sooner
         than too soon,

     3) which means that later can come back only if
         sooner has eaten too soon

     4) which means that at the same time
         later
         is that which precedes
         both too soon
         and sooner

     5) and that however quick sooner may be
         too late
         which does not say a word
         is always there,

         which dismantles
         all the sooners
         point by point.


Commentary

They came, all the bastards,
after the great dismantling,
revealed from the bottom to the top.

(Here Lies, 545-546)

Whew. Now that's a poetic philosophy of time: self-indulgent and drippy. Don't ask me why Artaud's madness makes me so happy. I just sit back and enjoy the ride.

   I N   P R O C E S S
   
Blow up and other stories
The Dream of a Unified Field
Mad Love
The Monkey Grammarian
 
   G O O D S
   
Libra
Beloved
100 Years of Solitude
Maddona anno domini
Oscar Wilde
Glass, Irony, and God
The Waves
Plainwater
Lolita
Selected Poems/Strand
Strike Anywhere
The Probable World
Eros
Hopscotch
This Side of Paradise
Men in the Off Hours
Autobiography in Red
The Beauty of the Husband
Artaud (ed. Sontag)
Camera Lucida
Small Boat
Radiation
Emily L.
Milosz (Selected Poems)
Kafka (Selected Stories)
Simic (Selected Poems)
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Sappho
Love in a Time of Cholera
 
     B A D S
  The Idiot
Jigsaw
So There
Isadora Speaks
The Ladies' Paradise
Ecotopia

 
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