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“The Scent of a Potato Night”

Posted on October 3, 2024 by admin

This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders

Who doesn’t know him, the Book Exorcist, who now calls himself ‘The Reader’? Most poets do not dare to write a poem about him. I do.

Yesterday, I also designed the final album cover of my album:

My intention to release 10 albums this year has been abandoned. While it might be possible with A.I., I care about quality, not quantity. I want to focus on creating one good album, which is already challenging enough.

The album is partly inspired by the writings of Hakim Bey and Andy Fairley, two primary influences for me.

I watched Tom and Jerry, and scenes from Beirut.

System Vertigo is one of the most poetic albums of the 90s, with a musical style that is hard to categorize. He was born in 1964 in the mental home we call next door…

Fairley retreated back to Bristol after the album’s release in 1993, as I read on the On U Sound website, where he suddenly died in 1999. I couldn’t find his cause of death online. However, in 2014 an album with early material was released, which is available on Spotify:

And individual tracks on the Pay it All Back compilations:

I also promise a small comeback on my album.

Meanwhile, a poem by me can be read at the Libertair Instituut following my performance at Salon de Hodbomont.

Best regards,

Martijn Benders

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Castles Get Kicked in the Bricks each Summer

Let’s face it: some backpacks just carry your stuff. This one tells your entire life philosophy in one ridiculous, multilingual joke. Imagine strolling into a museum, a bus stop, or your ex's new wedding—with a bag that declares, in ten languages, that castles are always the losers of summer.

Why? Because deep down, you know:

  • Tourists always win.
  • History has a sense of humor.
  • And you, my friend, are not carrying your lunch in just any nylon sack—you’re carrying it in a medieval meltdown on your shoulders.

This backpack says:

  • “I’ve been to four castles, hated three, and got kicked out of one for asking where the dragons were.”
  • “I appreciate heritage sites, but I also think they could use a bit more slapstick.”
  • “I’m cute, I’m moopish, and I will absolutely picnic on your parapet.”

It’s absurd.
It’s philosophical.
It holds snacks.

In short, it’s not just a backpack—it’s a mobile monument to glorious collapse.

And honestly? That’s what summer’s all about.

Philosophy thirts

Feeling surveilled? Alienated by modernity? Accidentally started explaining biopolitics at brunch again? Then it’s time to proudly declare your loyalties (and your exhaustion) with our iconic “I’m with Fuckold” shirt.

This tee is for those who’ve:

  • Said “power is everywhere” in a non-BDSM context.
  • Tried to explain Discipline and Punish to their cat.
  • Secretly suspect the panopticon is just their neighbour with binoculars.

Wearing this shirt is a cry of love, rebellion, and post-structural despair. It says:
“Yes, I’ve read Foucault. No, I will not be okay.”

Stay tuned for more philosophical shirts and backpacks, as we at Benders are working on an entire collection that will make even the ghost of Hegel raise an eyebrow.

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