Before Solidarity, before Walesa, before Flower Power and Timothy Leary and Peter Max, before the Cold War, before Sartre and Camus, there was Polish dramatist (and painter and philosopher and dandy and...) S.I. Witkiewicz. He not only anticipated it all, he was already howling his head off about it in the intense, explosive plays he wrote in Cracow between 1918 and 1925. In his extravagant persona anti outrageous dramas he was, as many have called him, truly the Polish Oscar Wilde.
One could simply say that he was a genius before his time, except that, in truth, his time is now