Russel Brand, gang society and reviewfree writing.

Russel Brand now has 5 million followers, and Wim Hof something similar. These are numbers you can hardly comprehend. A single person who has more viewers than all the television channels of an entire country put together. I don’t really have such ambitions – a while back I decided to stop putting my energy into social media and to focus mainly on this website. Yesterday, this resulted in two hundred visitors, a number that you quickly take for granted, but then I think to myself, hey, that’s about eight full school classes on one day. Whoever is not disgusted by what Russel Brand shows in this film is, I think, long lost to any cause:

In a gang society you can’t post something like this because it wouldn’t have the right gang colour. We are red, and they are blue, and the fact that the blue one says the moon is round means that you must think the moon is square. That is pretty much the sad mechanism that you will always see. Those who have no interest in belonging to one or other gang are out of luck: scarecrows immediately claim every reasonable viewpoint, and all that remains for you as an outsider is to keep quiet. A cleverly devised construction.

Meanwhile, the EU forbids me to read the website. No really, outright censorship. Even providers would have to block the site. To be honest, I don’t appreciate this at all, and I am glad that the Dutch association for journalism dares to agree with me. They still can.

Yesterday I had the honour of getting to know three new poets. When Gerrit Komrij wrote that I was one of the most important new talents and I told my parents that, and I got ‘who is Gerrit Komrij’ as an answer, nihilism was of course staring me right in the face, and I therefore think that there are few people left who know how to get to know new poets as opposed to buying a random collection out of obligation.

Yet another litmus test of nihilism: the difference between the two positions is, in fact, huge. And the problem is that the group that buys collections out of a sense of obligation is enormous; I think it comprises at least 96% of the buying public. And it mainly concerns purchases under social pressure – at performances after a chat with the poet himself. Knowing how rare the true devotee is these days, I am happy that the rather expensive ‘Traktaat van de Zon’ still managed to find sixty people. Reviews don’t generate any sales these days – that market has been thoroughly ruined by the carpet bombardment of positivism over the past twenty years. My decision not to send any more books to review sites will make no difference to sales, and will save me from being annoyed by the quality, which could easily degenerate into a kind of masochism I’d rather nip in the bud. No reviews, excellent. I’ve had enough reviews already.

No, I’d rather pick new bars. My book on the Amanita Muscaria will be a real gem, just as the host chair itself is a gem. My latest collection contains a kind of creation story in which the mushroom plays a leading role, a poem set in the Giant Mountains in Poland. In my forthcoming book, I will elaborate on this and show that the mushroom actually played a major role in the evolution of man. While working on the book, I used the same scrying method that I often use when writing poetry. This time I came across the American poet Edna St Vincent Millay, from whom I am translating an interesting poem about silence – the book contains a lot of poetry, of course, and this feminist poet is almost a textbook example of an amanita poet-avant-la-lettre.

Mountains, giants and mushrooms – in this fairytale-like collection, magic whirls and swirls, yet another reality breaks through as well – the whole world turned into The Shining, and the pilgrimage to Szymborska’s grave, a simple stone in Krakow, fails at the last minute; a journey without check marks across sixteen national borders to his daughter, however, succeeds. In its combination of fairy-tale nature, historical background and eerily topical reality, this collection of poems is Benders’ best since he lost count.


You have no time to read this, but that is because you are no longer human. If something of the original person were still alive in you, the old mycelia of childhood, then you would learn a lot from this book, indeed, with its magical knowledge, it might become your most useful possession. A book about the human imagination, and how it managed to get into the iron grip of trans-dimensional cockroaches. Furthermore, there are also magical tips to substantially improve your life and your time acceleration, and M.H.H. Benders also makes light-hearted mincemeat of the entire Dutch literature, what more could you want!

If you don’t want to crawl around mars like a cyber insect under a scrubbed boot – which is on the agenda – then you’d do well to read this book.

The first collected work of Martinus Hendrikus Hogervorst-Benders comprises no fewer than 712 pages and weighs in at least 1.4 kilos in thin print. It is the most ambitious collection written in the last thirty years, and certainly one of the highlights of Dutch literature as a whole, in line with Snoek and van de Woestijne. Anyone with a heart for literature and who wants to read an ambitious book brimming with cast-iron poems instead of yet another typical Dutch-language ‘masterpiece’ will be delighted with the purchase of this brick.

The Microdose Bible is the worlds most comprehensive and complete oversight of mind altering substances, teacher plants and mushrooms. Dutch mycologist and philosopher M.H.H.Benders takes you on a magical journey full of wonder about what teachers nature has to offer. Includes the Psychosupersum, a guide that describes all known mental disorders and offers wisdom for their treatment. 

This book will be published end of 2022.