Although I am not a professional philosopher, I can honestly say thatthere is more wisdom in my one book than in all of Fou
books puttogether. And for one, simple reason: I believe that love and compassionfor others is the only real purpose in life, whereas Foucault believes thatthe only real purpose in life is the domination and exploitation of others
for one‟s own purposes and pleasures.
There‟s no love of wisdom to be found in his writings; quite the
opposite. Philosophy is an art, and the philosopher is an artist who seeksgoodness, beauty, and truth.Like someone who urinates on stage oraffixes a urinal
to a museum wall and calls it art, Foucault‟s
“philosophy” can be likened to excrement. And one does not consider
excrement art. If anything, his is an anti-philosophy, or a love of foolishness. As the late Professor of Literature at Boston University Roger Shattuck has pointed out, in his book
,Foucault embraced the moral nihilism of the Marquis de
Sade;from whom we get the terms:
and lasting philosophicalaccomplishment? To tell us that abusing others physically and sexually
and then killing them
is to live the authentic philosophical life.
Shattuck tells us that “Michel Foucau
lt presents as fundamental for theemergence of the modern era out of seventeenth century classicism the
fact that Sade revealed to us the truth about man‟s relation to nature.
Foucault plants his declarations at crucial junctures in his two major works of 1961 and 1966. These four passages reveal the usually obscuredcenter of his ethos:
„Sadism . . . is a massive cultural fact that appeared precisely at the end
of the eighteenth century and that constitutes one of the greatestconversions of the occidental imagination . . . madness of desire, the
insane delight of love and death in the limitless presumptions of appetite.‟
Through Sade and Goya, the Western world received the possibility of transcending its reason in violence . . .
Madness and Civilization
After Sade, violence, life and death, desire, and sexuality will extend, below the level of representation, an immense expanse of darkness, which