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“Thought is no longer theoretical. As soon as it functions it offends or reconciles, attracts or repels, breaks, dissociates, unites or reunites; it cannot help but liberate or enslave. Even before prescribing, suggesting a future, saying what must be done, even before exhorting or merely sounding an alarm, thought, at the level of its existence, in its very dawning, is in itself an action-a perilous act.”

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Book:Language, Counter-memory, Practice: Selected Essays and Interviews
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Language, Counter-memory, Practice: Selected Essays and Interviews

The book encompasses a variety of perspectives on language, counter-memory, and practice, offering readers a comprehensive exploration of these concepts. It includes discussions on the role of language in shaping memory and the influence of practice on both individual and collective experiences. more

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Michel Foucault
Michel Foucault

Michel Foucault was a French philosopher known for his critical analysis of knowledge, power, and discourse. His work covered a wide range of topics, including madness, prisons, sexuality, archaeology of knowledge, and biopolitics. Foucault's ideas have had a profound impact on postmodernism, critical theory, and cultural studies. more

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