“I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”
― Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief
― Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief
“But let there be no misunderstanding: it is not that a real man, the object of knowledge, philosophical reflection or technological intervention, has been substituted for the soul, the illusion of theologians. The man described for us, whom we are invited to free, is already in himself the effect of a subjection more profound than himself. A 'soul' inhabits him and brings him to existence, which is itself a factor in the mastery that power exercises over the body. The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body.”
― Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison
― Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison
“When glance turns
To a sky-blue clear day,
When the purplr-red sun
Sinks low at sirocco,
Here nature bestows glory,
Joy, sound to eye and heart,
And we find in color lore,
The universal truth.
- - -
GER:
Wenn der Blick an heitern Tagen
Sich zur Himmelsbläue lenkt,
Beim Sirok der Sonnenwagen
Purpurrot sich niedersenkt,
Da gebt der Natur die Ehre,
Froh, an Aug und Herz gesund,
Und erkennt der Farbenlehre
Allgemeinen, ewigen Grund.
Zahme Xenien VI.”
― Xenien
To a sky-blue clear day,
When the purplr-red sun
Sinks low at sirocco,
Here nature bestows glory,
Joy, sound to eye and heart,
And we find in color lore,
The universal truth.
- - -
GER:
Wenn der Blick an heitern Tagen
Sich zur Himmelsbläue lenkt,
Beim Sirok der Sonnenwagen
Purpurrot sich niedersenkt,
Da gebt der Natur die Ehre,
Froh, an Aug und Herz gesund,
Und erkennt der Farbenlehre
Allgemeinen, ewigen Grund.
Zahme Xenien VI.”
― Xenien
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