“It is said that, though he was always a great swearer, no blashemy escaped his lips; but the excessive pain made him utter horrible cries, and he often repeated: ‘My God, have pity on me! Jesus, help me!’ The spectators were all edified by the solicitude of the parish priest of St Paul’s who despite his great age did not spare himself in offering consolation to the patient.”

Two days ago I really wanted to help a junkie friend to think about what is doing unfurnutely and againg.

We started to talk about late Foucault’s books on self -care and ethics of pleasure…at night I searched the internet to look at websites to wich I was used to at the time of my thesys…foucault.info is one of them and it’s really cool: they have original writings in english translaction or originals in english - documents producted by Foucault during his famous Barkley courses.

I really enjoied this post wich is a perfect example on how and what everything is possible, really: Usage of Michel Foucault…