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August 10, 2008

The Foucault Funk

The Michel Foucault Postmodern Blues (here)

Category: Stuff That Totally Speaks For Itself. (here)

Some actual music, too. (Copyright Gary Radford, Marie Radford, and Stephen Cooper.) (there)

But if you can't drag your butt to the site, there's at least this excerpt:

Verse three is based on Foucault's response to the charge that his work changes constantly. Foucault responds: "What, do you imagine that I would take so much trouble and so much pleasure in writing, do you think that I would keep so persistently to my task, if I were not preparing - with a rather shaky hand - a labyrinth into which I can venture, in which I can move my discourse, opening up underground passages, forcing it to go far from itself, finding overhangs that reduce and deform its itinerary, in which I can lose myself and appear at last to eyes that I will never have to meet again. I am no doubt not the only one who writes in order to have no face. Do not ask who I am and do not ask me to remain the same:"

That's what I call a smackdown.

Posted by Malcolm Ryder at August 10, 2008 3:15 PM