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Still from Yvonne Rainer's "Trio A" (1966)
Los Refugiados Elegantes came across a never-before published translation of a radio broadcast that Foucault gave in 1966, titled, “Le corps utopique.” Here, he shuns myth in lieu of the body as the place where utopia is situated, which we think is consonant with his body of work as a whole. A choice quotation that ends the essay, which we saps are holding onto:
Maybe it should also be said that to make love is to feel one’s body close in on oneself. It is finally to exist outside of any utopia, with all of one’s density, between the hands of the other. Under the other’s fingers running over you, all the invisible parts of your body begin to exist. Against the lips of the other, yours become sensitive. In front of his half-closed eyes, your face acquires a certitude. There is a gaze, finally, to see your closed eyelids. Love also, like the mirror and like death–it appeases the utopia of your body, it hushes it, it calms it, it encloses it as if in a box, it shuts and seals it. This is why love is so closely related to the illusion of the mirror and the menace of death. And if, despite these two perilous figures that surround it, we love so much to make love, it is because, in love, the body is here.
