Post Tags Archives: Michel Foucault

More Conservative Party Coprophilia: Britain’s New Budget

Yesterday the Conservative chancellor of Great Britain gave his Autumn Budget (yes, in winter). As the image here shows, Autumn is the leafy, golden one, with people picking apples, bottom right. Winter is the snowy, ice-hockey one, top right. chancellor osbourne (he doesn’t get capital letters) might need such nursery learning resources so that in [...]

Introductio ad absurdum: on the merits of a militant abstinence.

continent. is pleased to announce the addition of a new voice. From the worn, emotional streets of Athens, we introduce Nick Skiadopolous who will be posting here regularly on politics and philosophy and life on the edge of that wine dark sea… One thing is decisive: that Marxism has contributed and always contributes to the [...]

The Unofficial View of Tirana (27)—in response to Adam.

To continue the ongoing exchange with A. Staley Groves on the issues of language in relation to the OWS movement and its subsidiaries, Groves pointed out in his last blog post that we are both inquiring “about the broader phenomenon of occupation moving throughout this economic ‘order,’ i.e. ‘global’ capitalism and whether or not the [...]

Foucault and the Iranian Revolution

First Tunisia, Albania, then Egypt, then the King of Jordan sacked his Cabinet; now Israel is getting antsy and calling out to the U.S. and the other Western colonial powers to ensure that Egypt honors its peace treaty obligations. Fantasies are abounding: the Middle East is on fire, Fundamentalist Islamofascism is circling the Liberal Democracy℠ [...]

Postanarchism?

It’s New Year’s Eve, an auspicious moment to outline our upcoming years. Since 2007 there has been a vigorous conversation around “the end of capitalism as we’ve known it.” A renewed interest in Marx’s Capital, the so-called “speculative turn” seems to be chucking-out the materialist fetishes of 20th century modes of Marxian thinking. There’s not [...]

A continental isthmus

Europe and North America, two continents with an isthmus of contrail between them, the path of my flight back home after another session at the European Graduate School, tracing the tenuous link between the dark pool of experience there that is already so distant and impenetrable, I have left it behind, and as a memory [...]