Artaud says Gachet ,his last doctor,killed Van Gogh. He says he has read his letters in great detail and that there is no doubt that Dr.Gachet was responsible for Van Gogh’s death.
In one of his last letters Van Gogh writes:
“I should like my nephew ,my namesake ,to have a soul less unquiet than mine,which is foundering”.He writes” I think we should not count on Dr.Gachet at all.”
Employers of Theo were creating trouble for him. Reducing his paychecks. Disparaging him.
He writes(Vincent): I try to be cheerful, but my life is threatened at the very root and my steps are also wavering.I have painted vast fields of wheat under troubled skies, and I did not need to go out of my way to try to express sadness and extreme loneliness.”
“Adeline,could still remember the scene more than sixty years later in 1953 interview for Les Nouvelles.”My mum said to my father: You’d better have a look,I don’t think….Vincent is well.”
After van Gogh shot himself he remained in the same room for more than 28 hours. He first of all did not ask for Dr. Gachet but another doctor. The other doctor was not available so Dr. Gachet was called in. The nearest hospital was about 60 miles away and Van Gogh could have been sent there but apparently no one was bothered. Least of all the doctor.
It is also to be noted that Van Gogh did not exchange a single word with the doctor though he was still capable of speech.
The doctor’s daughter ,Marguerite, seems to have suffered some kind of nervous breakdown upon Van Gogh’s death and never married. She lived the life of a recluse.
I tend to agree with Artaud. There is something suspicious here. Today something nice happened, while I was tinkering with maths, I came across a geometry problem wherein I had to find the ratio of the white space and the dark spaces( the circles has different patched of the dark), while at first it looked daunting to me, my brain, on its own, could rather easily find the ratio. It felt nice.
Most people who know me think that I would be quite incapable of ever grasping any kind of mathematics. Well, this slave has been hiding and working on little maths problems and is beginning to get the gist of it all.The problem is my life is too volatile, so I cannot say,what, if anything, I will be able to share with you in the future. But if the fate grants to me live even as long as Van Gogh did, I promise you, I would share things with you,mathematical and programming related, which would ,at least to a small degree, compensate, all the help you have been kind enough to extend to me for more than five years now.
But like I said, things are very volatile.Mathematics per se, was never a problem. It was just that I really wanted to figure things out first.
Artaud writes” And so a vicious society has invented psychiatry to defend itself from the investigations of certain superior lucid minds whose intuitive powers were disturbing to it”.
“In its asylums ,society has managed to strangle all those it has wished to rid itself of or to defend itself from,because they refused to make themselves accomplices to various flagrant dishonesties.For a lunatic is also a man whom society has not wished to listen to, and whom it is determined to prevent from uttering unbearable truths”.