Christian Molenaar

Tag: travel

  • The First British Pizza

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    “Lud wishes to know,” Whike relays at last, “Mr. Emerson’s Cousin’s Views, upon the Structure of the World.” Read more

  • Strophische Gedichten

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    Strophische Gedichten is my new film inspired by Hadewijch of Brabant, Stan Brakhage, Anne Carson, Emily Brontë and John Ashbery, premiering March 14th at Goldsmiths College as part of Religion & Art + the subjective. Read more

  • First Sun

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    Zurich in winter is often smothered in fog and low clouds for months on end. Prevailing winds from the north ram the clouds coming in from the Atlantic against the wall of the Alps, and there they stick. Gray day after gray day, in a gray city by a gray lake, split by a gray Read more

  • Hotfoot @ Vernacular New Music 11/18/25

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    Back in June, Nathan Hubbard assembled Dan Clucas and myself to record nine tracks of obnoxious avant-jazz a la Naked City or Universal Congress Of. You’ll hear that album eventually, but if you had made it out to Sun Space in north LA last night you could have heard it all twice. Read more

  • Folies Meurtrières

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    My new album Folies Meurtrières is out today. Read more

  • Babylon by Bus

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    ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ: Twenty-five dollars gets us going a ways, forty would get us a room for the night. I had to use that other twenty you gave me for cigarettes and a Red Bull for my girl. She was about to pass out. ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇʀ: But I already gave you money for your motel. ᴛʜᴇ Read more

  • There Was Fear

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    3 May. Bistritz. Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. I feared Read more

  • Mike’s Birthday

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    In the morning I dragged myself sleeping from the second connecting bus into your cafe, ordered a triple hammerhead and told myself I was ready for a job interview. Read more

  • 2024

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    Pandemonium of New Year’s Eve: chaos of snow and mud churned up by a thousand carriages glittering with toys and bonbons, swarming with cupidity and despair; official frenzy of a big city designed to trouble the mind of the most impervious solitary. Read more

  • November 4

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    I am no doubt occupied with weighty thoughts, I am on the way to certain discoveries, an invincible power bears me toward a luminary which shone at an early age on the darkness of my moral life; but what name can I give to the power that ties my hands and shuts my mouth, and Read more

Thought:

“What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise?
Will we not rather, when our freedom’s won,
Get us to some clear place wherein the sun
Lets drift in on us through the olive leaves
A liquid glory?”

Ezra Pound | “Blandula, Tenulla, Vagula”

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