Christian Molenaar

Author: cdmolenaar

  • Should He Remember?

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    May 30, 1593. Eleanor Bull’s Tavern, Deptford Strand. Read more

  • Blooming

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    That’s me in mourning. When is it? May the twenty-second. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. Read more

  • The Mortician in San Francisco

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    This may sound queer,but in 1985 I held the delicate handsof Dan White:I prepared him for burial; by then, Harvey Milkwas made monument — no, myth — by the yearssince he was shot. Read more

  • Afterwords

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  • May 19, 18—

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    “I’m thinking about writing a book,” I said, “a book that would be a sort of symptomatic journal of my disease that could serve as a source of information for doctors and literary types both. This idea came knocking at my door as twilight fell… I let it seduce me as though I were just Read more

  • How the Years Condemn

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    Those Darn Gnomes’ first album The Years turns a decade old today. In honor of our least-loved record, please, hit play on a forgotten experimental metal oddity and take a look back at the early days of a local band at a key point in their (so-called) development. Read more

  • A Movable Festival

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    May-day — I forget whether by Zenobia’s sole decree, or by the unanimous vote of our community — had been declared a movable festival. It was deferred until the sun should have had a reasonable time to clear away the snowdrifts along the lee of the stone walls, and bring out a few of the Read more

  • Mustered

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    Donald Barthelme, “The Expedition” Read more

  • The Witches Tower 3/5/25

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    Ryan asked me to play this show and the very next day had to back out upon realizing he’d double-booked himself to sit in with Swing Kids in LA the same night. Obviously I wasn’t going to begrudge him taking the bigger gig, but it did leave the question: how the hell do you play Read more

  • Everything Turns to Bile

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    …The doors and the ground are unstable, shifting… And yet something makes you want to go further, to see if you’ll have the strength to retrieve your reason from the wreckage. Reason can easily become an obsession, as good humor and sleep are for neurasthenics. All you can think of is your reason. Everything’s out Read more

Thought:

“Swelling up before noon, I dreamt
my abalone ring came apart
Live fish and shell peeled off
my finger, in a retail store
of which you were the owner.”

Maggie Nelson | “September 2”

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