Let’s just cancel literature itself

Let’s just cancel literature itself

Cancel culture has become the norm. You should point out to all those fruitcakes that Marlene Dietrich just kept on giving concerts at both ends of the spectrum throughout the Second World War, but it would fall on deaf ears: Central Command wants it, and the psyborg imagines itself powerful in carrying out the Central Commands will: what else is Russian? I just read that the University of Milan has banned teaching about Dostoevsky.

The lack of a sense of proportion is one of the life-threatening features of this digitally controlled entity. In the corona crisis, we already saw where that could lead: using borders to fight a cold that is already everywhere. Now, fortunately, I myself have been censured for 15 years because critical voices in literature are far from welcome, and childish therapeutic literature must prevail. Nihilism was given the label ‘postmodernism’ in order to sell it as something peculiar.

When supersonic nuclear missiles are fired, all these cancelling heroes who are so good at closing their eyes and ears together on command will not even have time to look up in surprise. If those missiles remain in the tube, we do not owe it to this artificial-autistic hurdle but to the fact that Putin has children.

Do I not condemn the war in the Ukraine? Oh yes, I do. But why you should close the bank account of some musician because of it, I think is genocide of a different order. And pretend you don’t see that and you are not an empath at all, but a moralist on command who carefully delineates his superiority in a field of mediocrity.

Why is this sense of proportion lost? It has to do with the sabotaging of the thinking node in the prefrontal cortex by a longstanding anti-intellectual policy that ultimately resulted in types of people who are steered entirely by an overgrown visual cortex, a ‘development’ or ‘disease’ that also came to be known as ‘ADHD’, which means that people can only read a book by making an effort, which has to be as childishly simple as possible to give them the idea that they are ‘superior because we read’.

Hypermoralists with not even the beginnings of something that should be called real empathy. People who drive hundreds of thousands of people into poverty because they don’t have a certain tick box and don’t happen to live in a country where you can open the money tap like that. People who have great difficulty in seeing even a two-step train of thought coherently. Residing on a very small part of the frontal cortex, they have created a structure that is going to further destroy our planet at a rapid pace, for example by throwing all the money away on a war against the common cold, or to render the internet structure completely in 3D, which will greatly accelerate the energy crisis.

The trees are stoked in power stations to ‘improve the climate’. Sure, guys. And the Christian Democrat meat factories get to thumb their noses at what the little writers have to write about to be called hip. A little woke, a little Jesus. That way, we can all pass the time together. Does anyone have a nice story about the Strawberry Queen?

By their shhhroom shall ye know them

M.H.H. Benders is a most recognised poet of his generation, a student of the universal mycelia,  Amanita Sage and mycophilosopher. He wrote sixteen books, the last ones at the Kaneelfabriek (Cinnamon Factory). He is currently working on ‘SHHHHHHROOM a book on mushrooms and the Microdose Bible, which is an activation plan to restore your true identity coming next year. Keep in touch!

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