When Man Deploys The Arbitrary Nature Of

The Constitution Of Madness As A Mental Illness, At The End Of The Eighteenth Century, Affords The Evidence Of A Broken Dialogue, Posits The Separation As Already Effected, And Thrusts Into Oblivion All Those Stammered, Imperfect Words Without Fixed Syntax In Which The Exchange Between Madness And Reason Was Made. The Language Of Psychiatry, Which Is A Monologue Of Reason About Madness, Has Been Established Only On The Basis Of Such A Silence.

A Real Subjection Is Born Mechanically From A Fictitious Relation [...] He Who Is Subjected To A Field Of Visibility, And Who Knows It, Assumes Responsibility For The Constraints Of Power; He Makes Them Play Spontaneously Upon Himself; He Inscribed In Himself The Power Relation In Which He Simultaneously Plays Both Roles; He Becomes The Principle Of His Own Subjection.

Why Shouldn't I Be Interested In Politics? That Is To Say, What Blindness, What Deafness, What Density Of Ideology Would Have To Weigh Me Down To Prevent Me From Being Interested In What Is Probably The Most Crucial Subject To Our Existence, That Is To Say The Society In Which We Live, The Economic Relations Within Which It Functions, And The System Of Power Which Defines The Regular Forms And The Regular Permissions And Prohibitions Of Our Conduct. The Essence Of Our Life Consists, After All, Of The Political Functioning Of The Society In Which We Find Ourselves.

Penal Law Was Not Created By The Common People, Nor By The Peasantry, Nor By The Proletariat, But Entirely By The Bourgeoisie As An Important Tactical Weapon In This System Of Divisions Which They Wished To Introduce.

If I Open A Book And See That The Author Is Accusing An Adversary Of "infantile Leftism" I Shut It Again Right Away. That's Not My Way Of Doing Things; I Don't Belong To The World Of People Who Do Things That Way. I Insist On This Difference As Something Essential: A Whole Morality Is At Stake; The One That Concerns The Search For Truth And The Relation To The Other.