Start living the way Michel Foucault

Start living the way Michel Foucault, frankly, went wrong.

He was born in 1926 in a provincial French town of Poitiers. His father, Paul Foucault was respected in the district surgeon, Professor of Medicine - and thus, stability and social significance were provided not only him but also his son. Of course, provided that the child will continue dynasty (his grandfather was also a physician). However, a child from such a perspective was sick. Disgust aroused in him and he dad, who did not want a future thinker assimilate.

What was not so simple. Before the birth of a boy "booked" the name of Paul - so the tradition was called men in the family father. But my mother wanted a different name and insisted the child "supplied" the second - the so-called baby and Paul-Michel. He himself seemed like Michelle - if only to feel no kinship with the Father. In addition, Polmishel "in the school easily become a" Pulcinella "- the nickname stuck firmly: he, painful short-sighted boy, not the happiest success in school, insulting nickname, sooner or later there would be ...

Growing up and finding an independent, Foucault, and got rid of the "Fields" in its name, and from family responsibilities to become a doctor. In a sense, helped a mother again: though she was a daughter of the doctor, but supported the decision of his son to study the humanities. Father a little sad: on his feet, he still sent his younger brother Michel, is not so obstinate.

Michelle graduated from high school, decided to enroll in the Ecole Normale Supérieure - one of the most prestigious universities in France. Go failed, but the second attempt gave a stunning result: up to exams Michelle was the fourth in France!

Freak lone

Farewell to the family ended a quarrel with his father, all doldonivshim on medical careers. By this time, Michelle is fully aware of his own homosexuality, which was then considered illegal.

Because of all this in twenty years of Foucault, who came to study in Paris, has developed an unusually bad temper. The first university courses were accompanied by nothing but trouble. Michelle drank somewhere procured drugs. Continuing debauched, and his antics differed brutal originality: once slashed himself with a razor, and once it stopped hopping around with his knife for some students. Despite these "funny stories", his mind is not clouded. Students read the books interested him and was always ready to academic disputes, has surprised everyone with his erudition and flexible thinking.

But with fellow students and neighbors in your dorm relations were difficult. Participating is a scientific dispute - a pretty thing. But they Foucault so excited that he could arrange a fight. He lived in a room that he shared with five students, whom could not stand, and they - it. Students him, of course, aside: this is the crazy?

Because of the tensions caused by the proximity of his unpleasant people can not openly sell their sexual orientation, or simply relax, the life of Michel became a torture. In 1948, he swallowed pills, trying both to commit suicide. After that, his father dragged him to the Paris hospital of St. Anne to the famous specialist, where Michelle first met with a psychiatrist. But as a result of this incident, Foucault was a separate room - life has become easier.

Young Foucault was very upset by his homosexuality. Shame it felt society, but more authoritatively about it says psychiatrist in an effort to scientifically substantiate the inferiority of gay people and making diagnoses-sentences. "But where does such a special status of psychiatry? From what she decides what is normal, and that - no?" - Always thought Foucault, and later these questions, he opened a whole theory.

NAVAL the GAYS FIGURE

Naval figure

I regret to admit it, but the great and terrible Frederic Beigbeder thus, paradoxically, is human. Love actually includes three successive phases. No, of course, it's not three years. Love can last for decades. Lucky they live together until old age, mere mortals flee. How are things with a French decadent?

"In the first year they say:" If you go, I will kill myself. "

In the second year they say: "If you go, I will be hurt, but I will survive."

In the third year they say: "If you go, I obmoyu is champagne.

Vibrations, waves, the ups and downs ...

A sea upset again

"In the first year to buy furniture"
Frederic Beigbeder

Who of us knows the feeling, when only meets his love, when I first looked into his eyes and drown in them? Then take the first tentative steps, you come trying to talk and not feel like an idiot at the same time. With age, this process is harder and harder: the legs do not obey, tongue-tied, vocabulary runs out at the sight of the most beautiful men on earth. You fall in love. Not gradually. Go. From the edge of the quarry. Stumbling into the pool. Do not you find a place for himself, all the time something is missing. You're like an earthen vessel, which had been found somewhere on the excavation of the ancient city. He gathered up the pieces, glued all the pieces found, but one piece still missing. And not on the neck, and at the very bottom. And it deprives you of balance and fullness. You always lose something, all the time because something is poured.

Every time a new way. Each new boyfriend is not like the previous one. Abdominal something aches and shivers. You seem to drown in the waves of the most beautiful feeling which may have a man. You are extending a hand from the watery depths and shouting: "Help!", But hardly anyone is able to help you. The only recourse - a reply that same feeling. And - oh, the Almighty! - You get this reciprocity. Blessed are those who hunger, for they shall be filled. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

And now there is reason not to stay at work, made sense to rush under full sail home. Do not exceed speed, and on public transport with a desperate strength to hold himself, gagged with his hands, so as not to cry out to the driver: "Hurry!" I'm dying without it! " You gasp without him, the air filled with fumes and the heavy smell. Without it, the space expands, you always feel uncomfortable and lonely. Without it, the time is stretched, all processes are slowed down. You do not know what to do with themselves in anticipation of meeting with him.

And then you reach a hand to the phone, because you know: a second call he. He says he misses you. And you will again raises all the sails and catch favorable winds, and cleave the waves, bringing the meeting. As soon as your eyes meet his, time begins to run with incredible speed and space compressed, shrouding your. Only two of you.

Brings you everything. There is nothing that you could divide, distract from each other. Both of you - one. You are viewing each other's thoughts. You can talk incessantly. Watch a movie on the couch in the living room turns into an act of love hot. Do you drink each other, quenches his thirst. "I remember all your cracks" - is just about it.