Christian Molenaar

Tag: travel

  • 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

  • Blackberries

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    Out under yellow bulbs at a long weathered table, Zoyd found himself trying to help Flash with the shock of meeting so many in-laws in one place, both men from time to time looking around fearfully, like unarmed visitors in a jungle clearing, as out beyond this particular patch of light Traverses and Beckers went… Read more

  • Strangers on a Train

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

  • Recantate

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    I’m back from the desert with some new (old) songs. Read more

  • Laughlin Cantate

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    As keen readers of this blog would know (if there were any), this time last year Lucas and I drove out to Laughlin to visit his dad and do some work in Bullhead City, with digressions into Chino, Joshua Tree, Twentynine Palms, Oatman and basically anything else planted on the long stretch of the 10… Read more

  • 2023

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    Another banner year for barren yields around these parts. Keen eyes may have noticed I only released one new recording this year, but for once I’m not measuring my productivity by its public-facing side. Read more

Thought:

“Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full.”

Donald Barthelme