Baby Michel Foucault

BABY FOUCAULT [knocks over blocks]: anarchy

BABY FOUCAULT [kicks blocks into corner]: post-anarchy

WOMAN: who’s the baby?

whooooo’s the baby?

BABY FOUCAULT: I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am

MAN [ducks face behind cloth]: peekabo!

peekabo!

I see you!

BABY FOUCAULT: visibility is a trap

WOMAN: can you say ma-ma?

MAN: can you say da-da?

WOMAN: can you say ba-ba?

MAN: he won’t say anything

BABY FOUCAULT: there is not one but many silences

WOMAN: that’s a BAD BABY

look at this mess

we DON’T DO THAT in this house

BAD BABY

BABY FOUCAULT: there is no glory in punishing

MAN: have a little bite

BABY FOUCAULT: no

MAN: just one

BABY FOUCAULT: NO

MAN: what’s wrong

BABY FOUCAULT: it’s bourgeois

WOMAN: uh oh

did somebody make a mess?

does somebody need a diaper change?

BABY FOUCAULT: do not glory in your state

an instant suffices to disturb and annihilate that supposed wisdom of which you are so proud

an unexpected event, a sharp and sudden emotion of the soul will abruptly change the most reasonable and intelligent man into a raving idiot

MAN: can you say da-da

can you say da-da for me?

BABY FOUCAULT: discourse is not life