{"title":"Abolition and the Prophetic Imagination","authors":"P. Zurn","doi":"10.22439/fs.vi31.6464","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"There is something prophetic about abolition; some element of the elsewhere that marks its practice, and its discourse. In the work of undoing, there is a crack. In the refusal, a moment of imagination. Abolition is driven by definitive demands as much as by what is yet to come and what is still unfinished.3 For some, Michel Foucault is a prophet. He is a prophet in exile and a prophet in extremity.4 As the “power-thinker,” he offers a diagnosis of oppressive power formations and a vision of resistance—always at the edge of what is and in the hope of what is to come. But Foucault himself has a certain allergy to the prophetic, a certain visceral intolerance for the word. “I never behave like a prophet,”5 he insists, and “the role of the","PeriodicalId":38873,"journal":{"name":"Foucault Studies","volume":" ","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"2021-12-12","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":null,"PeriodicalName":"Foucault Studies","FirstCategoryId":"1085","ListUrlMain":"https://doi.org/10.22439/fs.vi31.6464","RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":null,"ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":null,"EPubDate":"","PubModel":"","JCR":"Q2","JCRName":"Arts and Humanities","Score":null,"Total":0}
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There is something prophetic about abolition; some element of the elsewhere that marks its practice, and its discourse. In the work of undoing, there is a crack. In the refusal, a moment of imagination. Abolition is driven by definitive demands as much as by what is yet to come and what is still unfinished.3 For some, Michel Foucault is a prophet. He is a prophet in exile and a prophet in extremity.4 As the “power-thinker,” he offers a diagnosis of oppressive power formations and a vision of resistance—always at the edge of what is and in the hope of what is to come. But Foucault himself has a certain allergy to the prophetic, a certain visceral intolerance for the word. “I never behave like a prophet,”5 he insists, and “the role of the