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Discursive Repression: A Note towards the Science of Possibility

Sanitisation of language through literature was an epoch-making phenomenon, which produced repression as a rule, a discourse, to develop a science of standard attitude, while personification produced the "maskification" (attitudes to appear better in public), all the violent and aggressive behaviours were denounced for homely affairs, not necessarily captivated for house-holds, but permeated through a science of privacy. Panoptic consciousness of discourse compelled human subjectivity to appear good, to look better, and to behave gently, under the fear of condemnation and rustication from the standard discourse. Such a desire of discursive power was immanently reflected through Victorian morality, whereas love was elevated as blessing while sex was denuded and condemned as sin (See Michel Foucault, History of Sexuality). And power to speak about sex was institutionalised for professional, doctors, theologians; the manly and womanly attitudes were demarcated; their social prestige and psychic construction were examined in isolation; and the life of patrimonial, matriarchal, and patriarchal discourses emerged as an anti-thesis to a newly emerging science of Power-Knowledge-Pleasure. Feminism, as a science of experience, emerged, which belied the attitudinal apparatus of power/knowledge, in search of possibility, in quest of emancipation from other-worldly wisdom, from the terror of standardisation, a possibility was always already present; a journey of actuality is now in making!

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