Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • 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

  • July 1

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    Kafka’s diary, July 1, 1914 Read more

  • Memorial Day

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    After the ceremony we went out for dim sum and argued about our apartment. When our Lyft driver came he said we were his first partiers of the night. We told him we were going to my mom’s house. He was listening to a podcast about Memorial Day. The host spoke in low, grave tones, Read more

  • Cowboy

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    The cowboy hat sits high on the crown of his patchy scalp, stilted and unnatural. Read more

  • Now Spring Had Come

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    The 22nd of March 1832 had come.  In his armchair, a coverlet upon his knees, the green shade over his eyes, Goethe died.  The dread and anxiety that often precede death by some time were over and done; he suffered no more, he had suffered himself out.  And when he asked what day of the month it was, and Read more

Thought:

“I went to Oxford in 1979 to study classics and philosophy; I wanted the kind of formation that lunatic Pound had had, I also wanted to be able to tell a good argument from bad. So I spent an unconscionable amount of time reading the whole of Homer in Greek, the whole of Virgil in Latin (among many others); I decided at one point that I could not know anything about Greek tragedy unless I had read all extant texts, so I read the whole of Greek tragedy one summer. I didn’t have much money; I didn’t have much of a social life.”

Helen DeWitt

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