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?

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.