Archive for 2020

  • Justus Quidem Tu Es, Domine, Si Disputem Tecum, Verumtamen Justa Loquar Ad Te

    March 20th, 2020 | Poetry | journalpulp | No Comments

    Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum; verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners’ ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my […]

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  • Note To Readers: Website Down

    March 18th, 2020 | journal pulp | journalpulp | No Comments

    Both my websites have been behaving glitchy for weeks, and then yesterday (or perhaps the night before) they both went down: offline completely. I wasn’t aware of the problem for several hours, until a friend wrote and asked me if I knew The Journal Pulp was offline. I spent most of last night and all […]

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  • A Fruit Cool and Sweet Yet Forbidden

    March 4th, 2020 | Books | journalpulp | No Comments

    She drove the southwest alone. With the help of her father and his translations — translations of Silverthorne’s Greek and Latin into English — Justine searched for days that turned into weeks. The western sunlight glanced heliotropically off her car, helmut-headed insects splattering against the windshield-glass like paintballs. Over and across the ghost-towns and all the […]

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  • Sacred Shadows Breathing With Latent Light

    February 12th, 2020 | Literature | journalpulp | No Comments

    He was going out by way of a narrow system attended by whispering voices that seemed to him sourceless, a static hiss growing louder, and angular shapes on the periphery of his vision which broke apart and rejoined in giant jigsaw pieces. These puzzle pieces snapped and clicked about him. Down this gun-barrel corridor that […]

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  • First, There Was The Scent Of Thyme

    February 9th, 2020 | Literature | journalpulp | No Comments

    First, there was the scent of thyme. It seeped through her body in the form of fevers — an invisible emanation, soft and swirling, like a gentle drift of water. The imperceptible scent of a thing, she thought, like an essence or a soul continually released — but by what or whom? Of what chemistry […]

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  • She Came Through The Mist & The Rain

    January 28th, 2020 | Poetry | journalpulp | 2 Comments

    Here’s a short video of my transcribing an obscure but beautiful passage written by a little-know writer named Arthur Symons (1865–1945), in a poem called “Rain On The Down.” NIGHT, and the down by the sea, And the veil of rain on the down; And she came through the mist and the rain to me […]

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  • It’s Not How Good You ARE: It’s How Good You WANT To Be

    January 16th, 2020 | Talent | journalpulp | 3 Comments

    The most successful people in life aren’t particularly gifted or talented. They become successful, rather, by wanting to be successful. Genetic giftedness is a figment. There are really no such things as prodigies. Talent is a process. Have you ever observed that the smartest kids in school are almost never the ones who go on […]

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  • Basketball Jones

    January 9th, 2020 | Basketball | journalpulp | 11 Comments

    I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life.

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  • All The Sand In All The Sea

    January 7th, 2020 | Bartending | journalpulp | 17 Comments

    I recently discovered this song — on an obscure FM radio-station — and I fell in love with it. So I decided to make a bartending video to go along with it.

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