<madness and civilisation> the dividing line between madness and sanity, the more people cared, the less people cured; the more people intervened, the more they pressed.
<discipline and pnishment> numbness of the prisional routine becomes a metaphor of our society while torture becomes a celebrated ritual, not necesarily a blind savagery. By undertanding the revenge prison system conceals, Faucoult suggests, we might better understand the violence of ourselves, which have profuse expression in popular culture, which constantly unsettles any sense of stable morality. Faucoult thus challenges us to examine the assumptions that underline such morality, to go beyond good and evil.
Faucoult resists prision system, which has a symbolic role to reflect the internal working of society. The rational priciple to produce the prison, which Faucoult called 'Panopticism' 全景敞视。Full light and the gaze of supervisor capture them more than darkness, which was automatically a protection. Visibility is a trap. Prison > Hight school: why is it the classrooms are arranged in the way they are?
Death Valley: turning point of Faucoult's life, in which his interest turns critique of society to the meaning of life, the Self and death.
For him, all such movements are the problem, not the solution of a philosophy of life. They all promoted themselves as universal when the hisotry showed them not to be.
<the history of sexuality> There is no the universal. There is even no truth of self. no transcendental being that holds the secret of life or morality, Through profusion of philosophy, he freed from the control of anyone of them. By offering such a ruch diversity of experience, an absence of limits and constraints, he provides unique conditions, not for the discover of true self, so much for the invention of one.
Give up the idea that you have to discover the self that sort of waiting for you, your real deep self. You have to invent yourself. The whole ethics of Foucault is about how to detach myself from myself, how to transform myself. It is about Becoming.
This man is himself an invention, who would one day die. He will erase like a face drawing in the sand by the edge of sea.
Flaubert wanted to disappear, so that only his work spoke. Unfortunately, Flaubert's attempt failed. Everybody today has a claim to one's biography. Everybody today has a right to indiscretion and gossip. And as to the work, instead of having the man disappear behind the work, it is the work which is dissolved in the pitiful little heap of secrets
