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The idea of Occult Surrealist Automatism is compelling. In 1980 I went to Egypt to see a few things. While I was in Luxor I dropped my last tab of pre Operation Julie pink acid and had a few happy hours wandering around the Luxor Temple, sitting out front of the old Luxor Hotel discussing the Arabic names of the stars with a hotel worker who'd be given the job of baby sitting me because I was up late and was presumed to be sick and unable to sleep - which in a way I guess I was. Fried by the acid and the heat I toddled back to my room where I had a weird encounter with some snake like entity that spoke in some crazy language from the white noise static of the air conditioner - it was like being in Eraserhead for fucks sake, faintly disturbing because it was telling me I was not welcome there and that I needed to bugger off - now being a sensible type of person I put this down to the acid paranoia and my own subconscious sick sense of mocking humour, especially regarding all that hippy shit! I certainly didn't attribute this malign manifestation to Ra's nemesis the giant snake Apep or a biblical wicked serpent, instead I relegated it to some Shatner/Nimoy era Star trek type thing that I could just shrug off and cynically laugh at at. Safe in this knowledge I left early the next morning to go by donkey to the Valley of the Kings - to chance my luch with the curse of the Pharoahs.

A few years later I was reading E A Wallace Budges translation/transliteration of The Papyrus of Ani and in order to make sense of the vowel free consonents of the romanised written hieroglyphics I was reading the text out aloud - and I recognised the sounds as being pretty much the same as the words spoken to me by the snake in the airco. Now the rational part of me says "yeah but you are retrofitting your memories and lets face it they're acid memories at that so what do you expect?" But I have a catalogue of irrational weird shit that mostly is acid free and which I truthfully experienced and have no rational explanation for, and this Ancient Egyptian Snake in the Airco is one of them.

Lacan forbids us to even think we have access to the pre linguistic landscapes of our very early childhood, but I have, if not memories, then impressions of those times. The very first time I took acid - I was 17 - I 'remembered' the experience I kept saying to the people babysitting me " I remember this!" by which I meant my prelinguistic early months, I'm sure of it. Lacan is a theoretician I don't recall him ever saying he had had hands on experience of the very areas he says he is academically dealing with, and I think he is wrong.

I have a phobia, it doesn't matter what it is but I have worked out that it must have originated in the first few months of my life. It has, therefore, followed me all my life, so much so that it's impossible for me to consider my life without it, it's like an armature upon which a large part of my constructed sense of self is built. At first it was very unwelcome, but over the years I have come to value it greatly because it's power originates not in the object that invokes the phobic response but in the access to era and the ancient pre verbal psychic landscape it gives access to. A time and a place which is according to Lacan foreclosed to us.

The occult is problematic but it has serious credentials because more often than not it is uncanny.

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Kate Plews's avatar

I wish I had known of Caillois when studying modern languages, and choosing Surrealism as one of my "specialist" papers! I could have united my fascinations for geology and early 20th century literature. Thank you for providing a portal to revived passions. Incidentally there is some nominative determinism - Caillou is French for stone or pebble. I've been very glad in recent years to see the women artists get the attention they always richly deserved. They were all too often regarded as "muses"

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