No response

No response

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No response from Dasmag. I always find it curious: the discussion invariably centers on the individual, but never on who placed that individual in that position. Who considered Ali B a writer? What kind of person thought, “Let’s take underage girls to summer camp, that’s really how you cultivate ‘literary talent’ as a publishing house”?

Dead silence. The arrogant little man takes the hits on television. But dead silence when it comes to who actually made the substantive decisions here.

And this is precisely what I find so quintessentially Dutch. This is precisely the Christian parrhesia that Foucault often spoke about: it is the very pursuit of truth that has become Christianized. People believe you’re talking about some kind of identification label: but you don’t need to see yourself as a Christian to slavishly follow the Christianized parrhesia.

This week, I witnessed yet another prime example, undoubtedly one of the most repulsive snippets from Twitterland:

(Translated: ‘Quite ironic. That Nelson Mandela would die on the day we honor black Pete. #apartheid #slavery #sinterklaas) – note: this person now is in power in the Netherlands)

Quite ironic! Indeed. I believe this repulsive snippet played a role in the concept behind Flierman’s passage, where I depict a writer moving along with the most abhorrent racism one could imagine, all in the service of a 1% that actively helps create a writers’ order. Even the demonic portrayal on ‘De Wereld Draait Door’ proved prophetic, but the book vanished into the wings after a gentle theater hook, as it should be in literature, according to that Christianized pursuit of truth, at least.

So be it. I am now translating the book in which I humorously settle scores with Dutch literature, ‘What the Piranha Dreams About in the Lemonade Ditch,’ into English. You might wonder who on earth abroad would be interested in Dutch literature, but I write about it so amusingly and philosophically that it’s simply a very good book: even Gombrowicz described various local Polish literary issues that normally wouldn’t have interested me, but because he depicted them with such ironic flair, it earned him some recognition thirty years later. Not that I harbor any such illusion: the international literary order, where it existed, has long since collapsed, and the gingerbread hearts of Ali-B writers who run the show know this all too well. In this case, however, the translation is simply to gain some weight in international philosophy.

I’ll be done with it this week.

Meanwhile, this curious video surfaced of some guy standing at a restaurant called ‘Martinus,’ reading a book that looks suspiciously like ‘The Eternal Initiation.’ But then something strange happens:

Some ‘figure’ who bears a striking resemblance to Gidi Markuszower conspicuously bumps into this flamboyantly posing ‘dandy,’ and something seems to be exchanged, but the cameraman was apparently too stoned and started zooming in on a stovepipe (?).

This raises a pressing question: was this the moment that the AIVD managed to uncover as conclusive evidence that the man was unfit to join the cabinet?

Am I at risk now that I’m publishing this video? I know nothing; I have no idea why that man is so conspicuously reading my book in front of that restaurant, and I have no clue what was exchanged there or why the cameraman started zooming in so conspicuously.

Is this that nasty ‘lone wolf against the system’ that the professional readers of the Literature Fund always refer to? Readers who, by their own words, are avid followers of my weblog? Mysteries, oh, we are drowning in mysteries again. Fortunately, the security service has now taken the helm. Democracy, but truly safe, so to speak. I had better not get involved anymore, but then some dandy always pops up, and the mysteries are revived, like mushrooms in Rembrandt’s paintings(1).

Martinus 16-06-2024

(1) An allusion to an essay in Amanita Muscaria: the Book of the Empress where i analyse mushrooms present in one particular Rembrandt painting.

About the author

Martijn Benders has published twenty-six books, eighteen of which are in Dutch. Critics such as Komrij and Gerbrandy have hailed him as one of the greatest talents of his time. He has also written three philosophical works, one of which is in English and focuses on the Amanita Muscaria, the Fly Agaric. Publishing on the international platform of The Philosophical Salon, he has also gained international recognition as one of the most remarkable thinkers from the Netherlands.


There exists a considerable group of leftist individuals who vigorously opposed the prevailing coronavirus narrative, including some of the world’s leading philosophers, such as Agamben and Kacem. However, this stance was heavily censored and vilified by what is referred to as ‘neocon-left’ or ‘woke-left’, as something associated solely with what they deem ‘far-right’. In my book, I discuss the reasons behind these actions, the underlying motives, and how this is emblematic of a new form of fascism aimed at seizing power permanently.

The middle section of the book is dedicated to poetry. It features a beautiful selection of poems from the Mediterranean region, by poets from Turkey and Greece, who have been imprisoned and tortured by the regime.

The final part of my book is a manifesto against literary nihilism, as manifested in the Literature Fund. It reveals how this fund is dominated by a group of Christians and ‘wokies’, which is undesirable in a free society.

Amanita Muscaria – The Book of the Empress is an exceptional work that sets a new benchmark in the realm of mycophilosophy. While one might be tempted to classify the book within the domain of Art History, such a categorization would fail to capture its true essence. 

Amanita Muscaria – The Book of the Empress – De Kaneelfabriek, 2023

You don’t have time to read this, but that’s because you are no longer human. If anything remained of the original person within you, the old mycelia of childhood, you would learn a great deal from this book. In fact, its magical knowledge might become your most valuable possession. This is a book about human imagination and how it fell into the iron grip of transdimensional cockroaches. Additionally, it offers magical tips to significantly improve your life and time acceleration. M.H.H. Benders also takes a light-hearted yet scathing look at the entirety of Dutch literature. What more could you want?