Foucault’s Daughter’s Father Speaks
Zizek? What is this? Why do you use the name of the only living Marxist philosopher left on this planet for your publication press? Is it some kind of comment on the disintegration of discourse in post-enlightenment society? Eh? Or are you just, what do you say, heepsteurs? Zut alors!
This Foucault’s Daughter you speak of. She does not exist. I am a omosexyooelle. How you say? I take it up the arse. Yes? I mean I did, when I was alive. And, you know what Zizek, I wish I had taken it up the arse more often. All that writing, all those lectures, all that panopticon. It was a waste of time! Nobody cares. Nobody reads. You are all heepsteurs, wearing your trouzers round your ankles and playing your ipods. What is that for? To show your arses? But you are not omosexyooelles. I don’t understand this world. I am glad I am dead.
But Foucaul’ts daughter. She does not exist. She is not a ‘plot device’. She is not a ‘fictional character’. Quel Horreur! She is nothing. Rien. Nada. I never heard such a ridiculous statement. I am Michel Foucault. I am omosexyooelle.
And Zizek. He’s a fool. Tell him from me.