Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • A Dense Microcosm

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    The State of the Union according to Gary Indiana, who died today of cancer at the age of 74. Read more

  • Infinite Explosions

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    Robert Coover died two weeks ago. My dear wife took the opportunity to pick up an early anniversary/consolation gift for me, courtesy of Lorne Bair: a copy of The Water Pourer, an excised chapter from Coover’s first novel The Origin of the Brunists published on its own in a highly limited edition of 350 copies. Read more

  • Soon We’ll Be Eating

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    The longest word in the Greek language is λοπαδο­τεμαχο­σελαχο­γαλεο­κρανιο­λειψανο­δριμυπο­τριμματο­σιλφιο­καραβομελιτο­κατα­κεχυμενο­κιχλεπικοσσυφοφαττο­περιστεραλεκτρυονοπτο­κεφαλλιο­κιγκλοπελειο­λαγῳοσιραιο­βαφητραγανο­πτερύγων. Read more

  • Somewhere Far North

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    It is a light blue moonless summer evening, but late, perhaps ten o’clock, with Venus burning hard in daylight, so we are certainly somewhere far north, and standing on this balcony, when from beyond along the coast comes the gathering thunder of a long many-engined freight train, thunder because though we are separated by this… Read more

  • Left, Right, Center

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    Left the house at the end of the day and I was just going to go to the store and get some stuff for the kids, to get some stuff for the boys and then by the time I get there, you know, and all the stuff I need to find is hidden on the… Read more

  • Phenomenon

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    It seems to me that space is the same as divinity Read more

  • Eight Hours Don’t Make a Day

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    Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God. The loving Laborer through space and time. Whitman, “Song of the Exposition” Read more

  • Comedy of Remarriage

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    When Hannah and I got married nearly five years ago, we agreed to read vows of our own writing at the ceremony. When the time came for me to read my vows, I was so overcome with emotion I found the words on the paper could do nothing to capture the sensation of the moment,… Read more

  • Strangers on a Train

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    I want an Amtrak hamburger. And a coffee. Read more

  • July 5

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    Kafka’s diary, July 5, 1914 Read more

Thought:

“Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is uniform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch; as distinct too, yet as intimately blended.”

Edgar Allen Poe | “Berenice”