If this video weren’t already long enough, I could have, if I wished to be helpful, drawn more comparisons between Maldoror and Surrealism, something about how Breton surely recognized the Sadean character of Maldoror, about how he wanted as badly as Lautréamont did to avoid the world’s categories. But, on the one hand, Surrealism has enough supporters in this world, and, on the other hand, I’m more interested in addressing the facile readings that plague this book. Francis Ponge was actually a member of the Surrealist group, yet no one thinks of calling his work Surrealism. No doubt this has something to do with the fact that Ponge lived long enough to speak for himself, while the dead (Lautréamont died at 24) are at the mercy of others. How ironic, that the poet who wanted nothing more than to be his own man and to teach others how to do the same is to this day corralled in with a literary movement that is so much smaller in its aims and accomplishments than what he did, as a boy, with one book.