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To Love is to Bing: a rupt thing

Posted on November 27, 2024November 27, 2024 by admin

This article is based on this Dutch article of Martijn Benders

I love because I bing,
a rupt thing with a name.

The finishing touches to my Roethke translation her becoming.
I’ve tweaked certain parts of the poem to enhance its impact. For instance, Roethke didn’t originally write bing, he wrote ‘I love because I am’ – which formed a half rhyme with ‘name.’ However, in Dutch, this rhythm collapses entirely if you translate it as ‘Ik bemin omdat ik ben.’ Furthermore – and this carries more weight – earlier on the same page there’s mention of a lingering gaze, and binging conveys this prolonged staring (often at a screen). It’s thus an excellent choice here, preserving both rhythm and poetic quality.

Meanwhile, Laibach has once again managed to post a remarkably contemporary work:

Can anything more fitting be found online?
Especially now the festive-days-ceasefire’ emerges, a supposed cherry on the cake of a presidency. The president who, just before his exit, tried to spark WWIII. The president whose shepherd dog is so vicious that countless intelligence agents had to seek hospital treatment.

The president who, when asked whether he’d broker a deal for Gaza, replied: ‘I hope that camera hits you in the back of the head.’

In what universe is this the representative of The Good?

From today until November 30, Russia has closed the airspace, which indicates an intention to launch missiles. The only questions are where and at whom.

My guess is that Putin will still confine himself to Ukraine for now. Putin is a cautious chess player, a Libra, not someone who takes big risks.

What the neocon-liberal lunchtime tigers fail to grasp is that every long-range missile Zelensky launches into Russia could potentially carry a nuclear warhead. The Russians will only know it’s not a nuke when the missile has struck.

Because of this, I suspect that Putin will now target Zelensky’s quarters. The fact that he hasn’t done so earlier suggests some shared interests in an eternal war where as many weapons as possible are consumed. But that ‘game needs to stay fun,’ because even as a corrupt oligarch, you prefer not to feel like something might land on your head.

I believe the ‘hazelnuts’ will fall on Kyiv this time. And I believe we’ll deeply regret having ‘Supermarket Manager Rutte as head of NATO.’

That man should have slunk away with his tail between his legs after the childcare benefits scandal.

Martinus 27-11-2024

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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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