Christian Molenaar

Tag: warrior smile

  • Blooming

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    That’s me in mourning. When is it? May the twenty-second. Sure, the blooming thing is all over. He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers.… Read more

  • How the Years Condemn

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    Those Darn Gnomes’ first album The Years turns a decade old today. In honor of our least-loved record, please, hit play on a forgotten experimental metal oddity and take a look back at the early days of a local band at a key point in their (so-called) development. Read more

  • Ever in Good Stead

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    April 26. I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. 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

  • 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

  • Near Death

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    Joe’s new single “Near Death,” featuring a video I made for him, is out now. Read more

  • Dogs

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    I’m putting out new music under my own name for the first time in three years today. Read more

  • 2020

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    Some year, right? I know I’m certainly not the first to say it and there’s no way I’ll be the last, but jesus I’m glad this is all over. Let’s dwell on it! Read more

Thought:

“Deep in my heart that spear-print stays,
That wound I gat beyond the waters,
Deeper with passage of the days
That pass as swift and bitter waters,
While a dull fire within my head
Moveth itself if word be said
Which hath concern with that far maid.”

Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”