Allies (2): get roomy, get shroomy.

Another poem that could fill a book: ‘A Confession’ by Czesław Miłosz, here interpreted in my caravan by Menno Wigman, who took the trouble to travel four hours to come to my party even though he was quite ill at the time. He even collapsed with his nose on the caravan floor once, and he did drink a little, but not much. I did, I was still in the middle of my alcoholic period. The reason that I am wearing sunglasses is that I didn’t have normal glasses anymore, I accidentally put them in the microwave and they melted. Menno wanted to take the melted glasses home as a souvenir.

Every time I post this video, I get pleas from Willem Thies to remove it, because in this video he is kissing my hand. I’m not a bad person, so I’ve done that up to now, but it’s the only video I have of Wigman in my caravan and it’s not my fault that Thies is dead drunk after just three beers.

When I was in Cracow last year, I stocked up on books, including a series of essays by Milosz. Reading them, I began to understand what the fuss was about: without Milosz, Gombrovicz would not have gained a foothold, because he was at odds with virtually all of ‘Polish literature’ over his provocative personality. It is also a bizarre spectacle, for example, that what Dutch literature is complaining about at the moment is itself (not even) that mediocrity: and in reality they are not complaining about mediocrity, but about the very bad.

No, mediocrity is what people like Hermans, Reve and Mulisch are. Internationally they are low on the ladder, they are mediocre writers, and that is not bad at all, after all not everyone can be a Chekhov or a Gombrovicz. But then. The layers below that. And the layers below that. They all think they stand at the top of the pyramid and that the layers below them represent ‘mediocrity’. It is an amusing spectacle, which as a farce never ends. What an addictive soap opera, I can hardly say goodbye to it. But this degenerative movement towards ever worse, this parasitic brain shrinkage, it has everything to do with removing mushrooms from the diet and since I am of good nature and have the best intentions for people, I am going to reveal in my SHHHHROOM book how you can reverse this brain shrinkage in yourself.

Allies

And part of that story does indeed revolve around allies. And everyone already knows: alcohol is a very bad ally. The worst ally imaginable, and there is a reason why the Waardstoel has been exchanged for this rotten drink. This was done on purpose and your supermarket shelves bear witness to a very wrong emphasis.

In a utopian society you treat sadists, psychopaths and racists with psychedelics.

In the society that we live in, we treat the people who don’t feel good in
the world that the above people created.

We tell them they have ‘sick brains’ because they don’t want to be in this horrible rat race. They pump children full of drugs that destroy their brains.

That tide needs to be turned, and quickly. I have, in any case, succeeded in turning the tide in myself
and my mushroom diet will help many people to recover their essence in this world. Get Roomy, Get Shroomy!

Sage Martinus