Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • A Small Success

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    There was the story of the man who went to pieces, and there was the story of the high and iron fence. There was the saga of Uncle Simon, the Hen Woods burning, and the hunt for Hog Bellman. He had them all. Hours, weeks, months — a life — they’d cost him. Were they Read more

  • A Curious Kind of Reptile

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    Another odd typesetting error, this time from the Bantam Classics pressing of Charlotte Brontë’s Villette. Read more

  • The Gray and Stony Coast

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    On the second of April David Brown with Long Webster and Toadvine set out for the town of San Diego on the old Mexican coast for the purpose of obtaining supplies. They took with them a string of packanimals and they left at sunset, riding up out of the trees and looking back at the Read more

  • A Mute Goes Aboard a Boat on the Mississippi

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    At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colors, at the water-side in the city of St. Louis. Read more

  • On the Horizon

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    Word on two upcoming American Epics: Read more

  • Milk

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    The last day of March some scavenger children discovered a body in the El Chile dump, in a complete state of decomposition. What was left of it was removed to the city’s Institute of Forensic Anatomy, where all the usual procedures were performed. It appeared that the victim was somewhere between fifteen and twenty years Read more

  • Trudging Along

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    I retelephoned two hours later; got, as usual, Sybil; insisted on talking to my friend (my “messages” were never transmitted), obtained him, and asked him as calmly as possible what he had been doing around noon when I had heard him like a big bird in my garden. He could not quite remember, said wait Read more

  • March 23

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    Have not seen her since that night. Unwell? Sits at the fire perhaps with mamma’s shawl on her shoulders. But not peevish. A nice bowl of gruel? Won’t you now? Read more

  • Spring Has Come

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    Spring has come. Perhaps there are sulla blossoms in the country. Here in the city is sun, and more rain than is really necessary. It cannot matter, can it? Even I suspect the growth of our child has nothing to do with time. Her name-wind will be here again; to soothe her face which is Read more

  • Erased from the Time of Men

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    He was right, because during our time there was no one who doubted the legitimacy of his history, or anyone who could have disclosed or denied it because we couldn’t even establish the identity of his body, there was no other nation except the one that had been made by him in his own image Read more

Thought:

“McLuhan’s dreams of a global village have pretty well come true. What he never predicted is the nervousness of the viewer’s response to all this.”

J. G. Ballard

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