Michel Foucault — microprose

Photo by Martine Franck/Magnum Photos

‘Our society is one not of spectacle, but of surveillance; under the surface of images, one invests bodies in depth; behind the great abstraction of exchange, there continues the meticulous, concrete training of useful forces; the circuits of communication are the supports of an accumulation and a centralization of knowledge; […]

Michel Foucault — microprose

Henri Michaux

… I am writing to you from the city of time interrupted. The slow catastrophe does not end…

– Henri Michaux, (1899-1984) in Trials, Exorcisms (Gallimard, 1946) [As taken from my writer’s notebook, May 2020 [MN]]

Michel Foucault — microprose

Photo by Martine Franck/Magnum Photos ‘Our society is one not of spectacle, but of surveillance; under the surface of images, one invests bodies in depth; behind the great abstraction of exchange, there continues the meticulous, concrete training of useful forces; the circuits of communication are the supports of an accumulation and a centralization of knowledge; […]

Michel Foucault — microprose

Anna Kamieńska — The Vale of Soul-Making

Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.

— Anna Kamieńska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook,” Poetry. Originally Published: June 1, 2010

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