Christian Molenaar

Author: cdmolenaar

  • Much Too Young, As They Always Say

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    Nearly all the larger buildings in W. and the surrounding area, the school, the railway station in Haslach and the turbine powerhouse, which supplied the entire district with electricity, had been designed on the drawing board of Ambrose and constructed under his supervision. He had died of a stroke, much too young as they always… Read more

  • Psychodontics

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    “Ha, ha, ha! You will be finding enjoyment in toothache next,” you cry, with a laugh. Read more

  • The Torment of Another’s Grief

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    After a Canzoni by Pound, After a Ballata by Dante Ezra Pound might be stalking me from the past. Read more

  • Ever in Good Stead

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    April 26. I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. Read more

  • April 24, 18—

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    Have I already mentioned that I had a myopic relative who worked as an eye doctor and who fished with a tall reed, looking through opera glasses? His near-sightedness imposed a necessary punctiliousness to his movements and even intentions. As a result, he was meticulous in all things. I inherited his enormous delight in neatness.… Read more

  • Natural Light

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    He thought a photographer was nothing, that he should blend into the surroundings and become invisible, the better to work and capture — as he said — natural light. One shouldn’t even hear the click of the Rolleiflex. He would have liked to conceal his camera. The death of his friend Robert Capa could in… Read more

  • Formalities

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    …on April 21 I submitted to the governor of Kumamoto a detailed protest, in much the same terms as below, and also requested that he promptly relieve me of every main and subsidiary duty pertaining to my office. On June 7, however, this memorial was sent back to me on the grounds that a prefectural… Read more

  • Easter, 2025

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    I have met them at close of dayComing with vivid facesFrom counter or desk among greyEighteenth-century houses.I have passed with a nod of the headOr polite meaningless words,Or have lingered awhile and saidPolite meaningless words,And thought before I had doneOf a mocking tale or a gibeTo please a companionAround the fire at the club,Being certain… Read more

  • No Relation to His Earlier Work

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    “…he showed little interest in the work Madame Curie was doing at the time. His attention was focused on the other side of the marital bed, so to speak. He was interested in Pierre Curie and his last project. Do you know how Pierre Curie died?” Read more

  • The Sundered Realms

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    Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm,Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness.So many thousand beauties are gone down to AvernusYe might let one remain above with us. Read more

Thought:

“The hive closes in, and we take it, we close toward the dark. The watchers look, look again, and then the want. You’re all dressed, why? And we, the hive, as meadow before them.

Welcome, we shape.

A declaration. A prayer. An insurrection. In this moment a power, our claws in and pulling; the rest of the world needs money and rules and whole buildings and our world needs profumo and password, rooms and tunnels and armoires, a whole room of bougainvillea and the secret.”

Lisa Marie Basile | Nympholepsy