Christian Molenaar

Author: cdmolenaar

  • The Scavenger Hunt

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    William T. Vollmann, The Rainbow Stories Read more

  • 11/11/25

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    Autumn of 1925 saw my existence in decline. Then I killed some guys and it was downhill in a wagon with no brakes from there. Read more

  • Void of Horn

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    …and not to steal my own thunder, but my piece “Void of Horn” for flute, concertina and organ is available on the excellent new compilation Antihistamine 2025 from Vermont’s Histamine Tapes. Read more

  • Folies Meurtrières

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    My new album Folies Meurtrières is out today. Read more

  • November 6, 18—

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    They (writers) publish books for the pleasure of seeing them printed and bound, without remembering the saddest aspects of their lives will end up contained in those pages. Read more

  • Established

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    But Ivanov said ah, love, and Ansky, in his fashion, also said ah, love. So over the next few days he set out in tireless search of Nadja Yurenieva, and at last he found her, wearing her long leather jacket, sitting in one of the lecture halls at the University of Moscow, looking like an Read more

  • The Great Flood

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    Rilke was eternally someone’s houseguest. Once he had fifty different addresses in four years. Read more

  • November 3rd, 1952

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    You looked at the hills and they were rolling hills that made you wonder who you were and how you got here. The hills had no more connection to your life than a calendar with a picture of hills, old rolling hills set above a river, fixed to some kitchen wall. Read more

  • An Offering

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    For a time, Sherry was the only girl available at the Honey Route. The regulars weren’t spending so freely, and it was down to guys who stopped by, passing custom, the kind who, once they’d come in and gotten a beer in hand weren’t going to blink. Every Monday a trucker named Clark, the liquor Read more

  • The Encircling Never

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    The bartender reached for a freshly washed glass and shook the droplets of water from it. He reached for the bottle of gin and poured. Read more

Thought:

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There are certain places where it does not matter if you hear the word yes or the word no in answer to your question, whether you turn left or right, you will reach your destination.

Not many but some.

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Joy Williams | “Phew”

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