Month: June 2017

Foucault and his students

I’ve previously shared one of Lacan’s comments from his seminar. Here’s Foucault on the same theme: Has everyone read these texts? Yes? No? Nobody? Well, I will have to punish you, that’s for sure! I’m not going to tell you how… That’s a surprise for the last day! Dire vrai sur soi-même: Conférences prononcées à […] via Foucault also struggled to get his students to do the reading… — Progressive Geographies

A Room of One’s Own and the Act of Writing (my Thesis)

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”-Virginia Woolf This year I have spent more than one hundred days writing my thesis. The ‘ride’, as people would call it (call everything perhaps), has not been easy (as anything in this world). My family back home, as usual, constantly demands attention. My achievement has been the fact that I have decided–after a series of depressive episodes and a point where I almost jumped off the fourth floor of my apartment building because I wanted to hurt myself and thought that by doing that I would show my family members that they were not the only ones hurting–to prioritize what I want and what brings me joy. The challenge in writing my thesis (and any other kinds of writing) is that sometimes it doesn’t feel like joy.