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“Los historiadores de las ideas atribuyen fácilmente a los filósofos y a los juristas del siglo XVIII el sueño de una sociedad perfecta; pero ha habido también un sueño militar de la sociedad; su referencia fundamental se hallaba no en el estado de naturaleza, sino en los engranajes cuidadosamente subordinados de una máquina, no en el contrato primitivo, sino en las coerciones permanentes, no en los derechos fundamentales, sino en la educación y formación indefinidamente progresivas, no en la voluntad general, sino en la docilidad automática.”

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Vigilar y castigar: Nacimiento de la prisión

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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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