Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • The Same River Twice

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    They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.I wept as I remember’d how often you and IHad tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. Read more

  • Make Yourself At Home

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    On September 14, 1307, the king sent sealed messages to all the bailiffs and seneschals of the realm, ordering the mass arrest of the Templars and the confiscation of their property. A month went by between the issuing of this order and the arrest on October 13. But the Templars suspected nothing. On that October… Read more

  • An Unfamiliar Place

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    On October 10, near the Pemex soccer fields, between the Cananea highway and the railroad, the body of Leticia Borrego García, eighteen, was found, half buried and in an advanced state of decomposition. The body was wrapped in an industrial plastic bag, and, according to the forensic report, the cause of death was strangulation with… Read more

  • October 7, 1849

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    At forty, in Baltimore. Filthy, starving, drunk and/or with delirium tremens, crying out at unseen creatures. Read more

  • Run Off

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    Holme looked at him. Then he said: I’m huntin a woman. Read more

  • I’m Not Sure Any More

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    I can’t forget anything. That’s my problem, or so I’ve been told. I am the mother of Mexico’s poets. I am the only one who held out in the university in 1968, when the riot police and the army came in. I stayed there on my own in the Faculty, shut up in a bathroom,… Read more

  • September 28

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    Poet, critic and “father of imagism” T. E. Hulme died 108 years ago today. Read more

  • New Corduroy

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    Fall had arrived, and a feeling of hope and freshness suffused the city. The sky was a vivid, seersucker blue. I was finished with my first day back working with Marvin and Eric at Bowery Film, strolling under a canopy of green leaves that were big and floppy, a few gold or ruby-red around the… Read more

  • Welcome Home

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    Here Trenmore glanced quizzically at his friend, and again Drayton blushed. Viola, however, was far too intent on the burglar’s tale to give heed. ”That must have been before my brother and Mr. Drayton opened the vial,” she observed. “How did you come—“ ”I’ll get to that in a minute, lady. We’d missed the bottle… Read more

  • Facts

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    Perhaps, thought Tancredo, it was best to confine oneself to the pleasure of objective, brief facts. On September 17, after four hours of deliberation, Virginia McCallister, also known as Viviana Luxembourg, was sentenced to twenty years in prison, pending any new charges. The defendant didn’t cry when she heard the sentence. Read more

Thought:

“Back when everybody was listening to soapsuds songs and jingles, I emphasized the beat, not the melody, unnerstand? Heat the beat and the rest’ll turn sweet.”

James Brown