What do you dub a statesperson whose preoccupations lie largely in pondering the could-have-beens of a time fifty years past? One would label such an individual a conservative or perhaps a neoconservative. Yet one is left to wonder, why this peculiar infatuation with bygone days? Why do we not hear discourses on the amendments that ought to be made in the present day?
My era coincides precisely with that of Mr. Van Oostendorp. Two monumental events characterized these times, the terror of 9/11 and the era of COVID-19.
Surprisingly, on these pivotal subjects, Mr. Van Oostendorp’s writings were scarce. Analysis was absent, save for some tepid acceptance of governmental narratives. Feigning opposition to Rutte whilst simultaneously accepting his experimental vaccine at the earliest convenience seems to be the modus operandi. Furthermore, when the catastrophic implications of this decision emerged, his silence on the matter was deafening.
What actions does one take when a poet whom they profess to admire challenges them to demonstrate their competence in identifying the fallacies in his reasoning about these ‘vaccines’? The answer: none.
While one can wax lyrical about what could have been improved half a century ago, such focus only raises eyebrows. In personal correspondences, you insinuate an agreement with my belief that the real Dutch canon is quite limited. Yet publicly, you continue to advocate that inculcating proper manners in youth equates to ‘great literature’. These two positions are incompatible. A list focusing on behavioral instruction reveals a profound disdain for literature and is also a pedantic method of ensuring that future generations lose all appetite for the art. It bears resemblance to the whitening of hairstyles in the latest Game of Thrones spin-off, seemingly suggesting that inclusivity can only be made palatable to the masses through homogeneity.
Teachers with lists dictating behavior and expressing regret over actions not taken fifty years ago – such has long ceased to be about literature. True literature raises questions such as why 50,000 books exist on the Second World War and not a single one on The War On Terror. Alongside this, one could clearly explain to the younger generation how three steel towers can collapse in an explosion-like manner due to two planes. Without such an explanation, I doubt you can ever achieve the inspirational status you so fervently seek.
Yesterday I discussed the perverse ways modern humans are configured. Today presents yet another prime example: over the past two decades, mankind’s consumption of meat has only increased, as per the data.
However, if one were to conduct a poll, you would find that the majority claim to rarely consume meat. Thus, reality and self-perception stand at considerable odds. They are all virtuous vegetarians purchasing books by Rutger Dinges to bask in the satisfaction of their moral superiority. But what greets them in these books? An anti-social grandmother with a bag full of chestnuts! Pitiful creatures in trees starving due to the selfish actions of these characters!!!!
Examining the defining characteristics of the ethics of such figures reveals:
UNO) A patronizing attitude towards animals: viewing them as helpless creatures incapable of fending for themselves, rather than powerful beings superior in hunting to humans.
DUE) Nature is ‘The Other’ from which one is separate and ‘The Other’ must be managed by ‘The Expert’, in this case, ‘the forester’.
TRES) When confronted with the fact that a bag of food from nature has zero ecological footprint while his bag of supermarket produce has 10,000 negative points, the gentleman conveniently becomes engrossed in a different topic. Considering arguments that oppose his self-perception as an eclectic reader is out of the question.
He is now so wildly misguided that only staunch measures will begin to effect change. Naturally, I speak of the true teachers of nature: LSD, psilocybin, and other instructive plants and fungi that make every effort to counteract this malignant conditioning.
Recently, it emerged that a notion, which for 50 years stunned the global populace – namely that depression is due to an imbalance of serotonin in the brain – was but a fabrication, as reported by the Lancet. In the meantime, our drinking water is rife with this fallacy, poisoning everyone unknowingly.
We never heard a whisper from Oostendorp on this issue, even as this egregious scandal was unearthed. Billions of people are being drugged by pseudo-science. Countless aquatic species are dying out because of the pharmaceutical infiltration of our waters. It seems that this is not pertinent to literature. However, pondering the improvements that could have been made 50 years ago – now that’s a topic worth engaging.
As I work on a segment of Poems to Read in the Dark, specifically dealing with Unica Zürn, I once again witness the carousel of deceptions: in the 1950s and 1960s, society was engrossed in erecting a massive industry where the surplus population could find meaningful employment – the illusion of important jobs. To achieve this, they required patients in abundance. These were conveniently found within the artistic community: their unconventional drawings, their usage of mescaline, their visions that we could never perceive? All deemed a threat to life! Thus, artists were suppressed, and the world was open to be drugged, even if only with bogus explanations about reality, in this case, ‘schizophrenia’. Yet Foucault thoroughly deconstructed this industry in his thesis. However, they didn’t heed his words because he was a writer’s writer.
What would one label an individual who lived through the Second World War but scarcely mentioned it throughout his life? An inspiration to the youth? At present, nearly every award recipient is a person of color, contrary to all proportions – replacing poor representation with equally inadequate representation – and failing to mention the three significant genocides of our time. Are you truly such a remarkable inspiration, Marc? What drives your desire to inspire? I eagerly await your reference to the government report that suggests a steel building could collapse from an internal fire. There is a word missing from that report, an essential word: ‘Demolition style’.
What do we call those who find this uninteresting? Those who would rather read something else than grapple with challenging arguments? Is that not ‘ADHD’, Marc, and should you not consult a psychiatrist for a dose of the same stimulant that once intoxicated the Nazis during their conquest of Europe? Oh yes, one last point. When we inquire about an explanation for how 3 steel towers could collapse in a demolition-style from two planes, it’s only labeled a ‘conspiracy theory’ if, for instance, gravity were Jewish. However, no one is making that claim.
But I trust you’ll soon return to following the government’s lead. Down with Mark Rutte, you earn a mere three! And at the next ballot, we’ll surreptitiously enjoy another serving of pork. Secretly. With today’s knowledge. No active recollection of.
*That is, literary books. As far as I can see, not a single literary book written about that war, and as many as 50,000 about World War II. According to the writers and their ‘literary directors’, the world ceased to exist in 1945. Oh yes, several writers emerged quite aggressively during the COVID-19 campaign – advocating for mandatory vaccination with an experimental substance, on a global scale. Whose bread you eat, whose word you speak – of course, from a literary point of view, it already can’t get any more deadly than that formula. The writer as an unimaginative extension of politics. That is the death of literature itself – controlling which stories are allowed to survive. Then you almost yearn for a civil servant with a balaclava on, one from the Genius Bastelaere’s stable!
** Meanwhile, of course, a writer’s writer’s writer. After all, the coup on literature has a replicating echo effect. The people who NOW get to play writer in the MSM are people who actually consider the scammers of 10 years ago unreadable. I’ve said it before: what complains now about the lack of literary quality is precisely the cause of that lack, and worse.
