This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders
Nietzsche, Baudrillard, and Foucault are my main sources of inspiration in philosophy. Foucault is one of the few philosophers who recognized that the supposedly neutral institutions in our societies are the largest problem because their so-called neutrality is anything but neutral.
For this reason, Foucault believed that we should focus our energies on these institutions.
A debate like the one above is hardly conceivable today, just one generation later. Looking at the hotel entertainment level that the Dutch philosophy makers club has taken over, you realize: it’s too late, someone should have addressed those institutions 50 years ago.
But Nietzsche also foresaw this: he wrote that sooner or later the level would become so mediocre that the exceptions wouldn’t even be allowed to be exceptions; they get oppressed, trampled, all to celebrate mediocrity.
(By the way, no one has intertwined Nietzsche, Baudrillard, and Foucault as I have in my recent books – in that sense, I add unique value as a philosopher.)
**Fire**
This morning, I turned a poem from The Mountains are Only Mountains into a Spanish song:
He atado mi caballo
a la pata de la mesa
de poesía, tan alto.
Como un violín cabalga
en un manzano rojo.
La silla de armadura
tan firme y entretejida,
se parece a tu cabeza,
se parece a tu ca-ca-beza.
[Estribillo]
De la avispa fresa fuego,
De la avispa fresa fuego,
Oh oh oh tu cabeza,
Es una avispa fresa fuego,
una avispa fresa fuego,
¿Quién me va a creer jamás?
Mi cuarto se llena
de luz acuosa y cristal,
como si fuera la vía láctea,
no puedo creer, no, no es real
que el universo
a mi cuarto fue a parar.
[Estribillo]
De la avispa fresa fuego,
De la avispa fresa fuego,
Oh oh oh tu cabeza,
Es una avispa fresa fuego,
una avispa fresa fuego,
¿Quién me va a creer jamás?
Cuántos problemas,
odio, guerra, maldición,
veo tras mi ventana empañada,
el crepúsculo parece sangre
seca en sal, tan pesada.
[Estribillo]
De la avispa fresa fuego,
De la avispa fresa fuego,
Oh oh oh tu cabeza,
Es una avispa fresa fuego,
una avispa fresa fuego,
¿Quién me va a creer jamás?
[Puento]
¿Y qué digo
si mi caballo vuela sin cesar?
Mi noche es un ataúd cerrado,
un ataúd cerrado sin cabalgar.
I think I’m also such a fire strawberry wasp, and I thought, no, there should be no wasps in the video.
I wish everyone a blissful Monday.
Martijn