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The Tale of Angnægl

Posted on September 18, 2024 by admin

This article is based on this Dutch article by Martijn Benders.

Poets are, in reality, generally terribly lazy people. Not because they don’t try diligently to ‘prove’ their superiority on paper (as if anyone would care), but because you can find thousands of types of beautiful mushrooms that no poet has ever wished to write a poem about in the entire history of humanity.

The same goes for the cuticle. Billions of poems about roses or coffins, but about the cuticle? Not a chance. If it were up to our poets, the cuticle simply wouldn’t exist, even though everyone has to deal with it.

My poem about the cuticle immediately contains a solid piece of language criticism. It concerns the word ‘hangnail,’ which would be a modernization of the much more beautiful Old English Angnægl:

Just like with a tree, as language ages, it starts producing younger and sillier rings. This movement has accelerated: it was ultimately an angry marriage, the marriage between modernization and language. The language is becoming balder and uglier, the first figures are already emerging who simply don’t find ‘the non-existent’ beautiful. Not beautiful at all!

No, not even when it comes to hours. It’s about the beauty! Things that deviate are usually not beautiful! You get stuck on them, without it being clear why you had to stay stuck there, just like that hangnail!

Alright, alright, I dive even deeper into the rabbit hole of the lawsuit I started. The lawsuit is on October 22, and until then I cannot reveal anything about my angles here. What I can say is that I had the Consumer and Market Authority on the line yesterday and they may also start an investigation, more on that later.

Oh yes, it’s said that I can write a poem about anything, as if I possess some kind of superpower. So, the first cuticle poem ever had to come from my hand.

The rest continue to write about the climate and capitalism, because that’s apparently what the financiers like to see.

Martijn 18-09-2024

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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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