Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • 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

  • 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

  • He Said She Said

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    He could imagine, he said, that on the last day his father had been unable to get up and had only crawled around in his room. Quite aside from his madness, the weeks of strictly refusing nourishment had made him incapable of standing erect. “Toward the end he had no strength at all left, Doctor,” Read more

  • 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

Thought:

“The most boring part of composing is when you finally understand what the object is that you’re working on, and you know what the boundaries are, you know where it’s beginning and where it’s ending, and then you’re down to the drudgery of cleaning it up.”

Frank Zappa

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