The perfect artwork would show us everything we need to see in both the world and the self. Its incredible beauty would offer us the truth in whole, through a display of overwhelming honesty. It would be so free of flaw that it could be examined for an eternity without ever finding any means of improving it. It would be in every aspect as dynamic and vital as the creation it represents. It would, in this way, be a perfect being.
Were we to encounter such a being, we would not recognize it. It would seem to us far less than it actually is. We might appreciate it in a limited way, but we could not fully understand it. Our lack of understanding would cause us to take it for granted. We would give it only some of our attention before cordoning it off to one corner of the mind. Its impact would be limited not by its flaws but by our own.
Poststructuralism as a Regime of Truth: Foucault and the Paradox of Philosophical Authority
Foucault’s critique of power and knowledge shaped poststructuralism, yet its rejection of truth risks becoming its own orthodoxy. To remain...