metonymy4u

Initially I was quite uneasy with Foucault’s project. It seemed too much like a psychoanalysis of psychoanalysis or a history of history. A demonstration of the impossibility of speech to rise above itself. Did we not know that already? And what use nihilism? Then I came around to the suggestion that a particular work such as Les mots et les choses could be read as a poem, not as a treatise. It seems that any project that seeks to investigate itself points to emptiness. And that metaphor is life.