Christian Molenaar

Author: cdmolenaar

  • Resurrection

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    I returned from Paris last week after showing Strophische Gedichten to enthusiastic crowds in London, hobnobbing with directors and producers, meeting Slovenian writers and professors of architecture, sharing a panel discussion with leading academics on medieval mysticism and generally feeling cultured and educated. My first gig back in San Diego was at a barbecue joint. Read more

  • Background Music

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    Tove Jansson, Sun City Read more

  • Ash Wednesday Feast

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    In 1818 the Paschal Full Moon fell on Saturday, March 21st, making March 22nd the earliest ever Easter Sunday (by both the Western (Gregorian) and the Orthodox (Julian) calendar), a date which will not recur until 2285. So why does Tokarczuk pick March 1st for Ash Wednesday, which would place Easter on the impossibly early Read more

  • It Seems a Pity

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    Stanley Elkin, Boswell Read more

  • Bloodletting

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    On the 25th March, 18—, a very strange occurrence took place in St Petersburg. On the Ascension Avenue there lived a barber of the name of Ivan Jakovlevitch. He had lost his family name, and on his sign-board, on which was depicted the head of a gentleman with one cheek soaped, the only inscription to Read more

  • Roadblock Riddle

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  • Insidious and Cruel

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    The coming of spring is insidious and cruel. The mist pervades my throat as it melted the crystal my voice was. I am weak, and I much preferred the hard agreement of our truce of gauntlets. Read more

  • Contradictions

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    Dear Friend, Your letter affected me both unpleasantly and pleasantly (you see, I always move in dialectical contradictions). Read more

  • The First British Pizza

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    “Lud wishes to know,” Whike relays at last, “Mr. Emerson’s Cousin’s Views, upon the Structure of the World.” Read more

  • Animals Shaped Like People

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    March 13. Directed by Mr Judson, the hotelkeeper, and bearing a verbal introduction from him, I was able to talk to Mrs Mary Blount, a woman of eighty who lives with her granddaughter and the granddaughter’s husband on a farm about twenty miles from Frenchman’s Landing. The husband warned me before I was taken in Read more

Thought:

“Only now do I understand and only now has the secret meaning sprouted: the violin is a warning. I know that when I die I’ll hear the man’s violin and demand music, music, music.”

Clarice Lispector

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