Christian Molenaar

Category: Nothings

  • Vase de Noces

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    SALEM, June 15, 1835. – A walk down to the Juniper. The shore of the coves strewn with bunches of sea-weed, driven in by recent winds. Eel-grass, rolled and bundled up, and entangled with it, – large marine vegetables, of an olive-color, with round, slender, snake-like stalks, four or five feet long, and nearly two feet broad:… Read more

  • Three Year Agreement

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    Douglas Sirk’s signature on the 24-page (!) contract he signed with Universal before making Imitation of Life, which Leo Lensing rescued from a Baltimore book dealer. Read more

  • Alternative Hair

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    Shoutout to whatever Liverpool punk collaged this flyer together. I can’t decide which is funnier, “Softly Feminine Nausea: Real Adult Entertainment” or “Mix ‘n’ Match Disaster — What Balls!” Read more

  • Hypothetical Self-Epitaph

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    “Everyone should have an epitaph ready,” Everette Maddox told an interview in one of his rare radio appearances. “Just in case.” Read more

  • Summer of the Just

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    There is a June when Corn is cutAnd Roses in the Seed—A Summer briefer than the firstBut tenderer indeed Read more

  • Over the Town

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    I’ve just watched Daniel Schmid’s La Paloma which has almost immediately joined the ranks of my personal canon. Read more

  • Spaztic Intensity

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    COLLEGE PORK. Read more

  • Hollow Core

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    Demna’s most recent time-wasting scheme involved shutting down Times Square last Saturday night so its 250,000 idle tourists could be replaced by 63 idle models draped in meaningless, lazily conceived designs. Read more

  • Divination and Volition

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    I got back to San Diego late last night, parked the rental car at Enterprise and threw the keys in the dropbox. The drive wasn’t bad, though I probably didn’t need to stop at both Pea Soup Andersen’s and Bravo Farms. Maybe it’s simply because I grew up in one, but I can never turn… Read more

  • Calves

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    There’s more to a mother than the kitchen at night with everything put back and the oven light on. There is, for example, her big leather purse. The sadness of her birthdays. Her cursive singing voice. The way her dry white calves eventually became your own. Simone Harris And happy 77th birthday to Miuccia Prada,… Read more

Thought:

“Is there any point in being and angry old man?”

Donald Barthelme | “The Angry Young Man”

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