Posts Tagged ‘Ray Harvey’

  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • The Wind, The Water, And The Blood

    October 12th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | 3 Comments

    A chocolate-brown spider sat with pie-eyes in the center of her web. A silken egg-sac was slung beneath. The web hung like a miniature trampoline under the eaves of the house, the strands of gossamer flickering lilac-to-lavender in the soft breeze and the fading sunlight, a twig snagged like a chicken bone in the web. […]

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  • The Energy of Life, An Innate Impulse to Animation

    October 3rd, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    Purchase, please. The next day broke breathless and raggedy for Dusty May, who on that breathless and raggedy day was initiated into the mysteries and intricacies of the dance and ballet. This was the day Dusty learned among other things that her straight legs and her limbs — which were long for her size — […]

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  • What Will Your Theme Be?

    September 28th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | No Comments

    Own me. Chapter 47 In the room of toys and dolls, a ponderous panda sat with open arms on the polished wooden floor and stared lifelessly at Dusty with big button eyes the same color as her own. He had a pink tongue poking out a smiling mouth and was flanked on either side by […]

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  • The Path of the Just is as a Shining Light which Shines More and More Unto the Perfect Day

    September 22nd, 2018 | More and More unto the Perfect Day | journalpulp | 6 Comments

    This is a repost from some time ago — the most articulate and thoughtful and heartfelt review of this book that I ever received, from a wonderful person I’ve never met and with whom I barely communicated, and that was a long time ago: I finished reading Ray Harvey’s More and More unto the Perfect […]

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  • Lillian Leitzel, Mara Campos, And Dusty May

    September 9th, 2018 | Gap-Toothed Girl | journalpulp | 4 Comments

    Lillian Leitzel, four-foot-nine-inches tall and weighing in at a whopping ninety-eight pounds, acrobat, strong-woman, circus performer for Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey, was born January 2, 1892, in Breslau, Germany. She died in the hospital February 15, 1931, in Copenhagen, Denmark, two days after falling during a live circus performance. It’s reported that Lillian […]

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  • Gap-Toothed Girl (Part 2)

    July 11th, 2018 | Fiction | journalpulp | No Comments

    [Read Part 1 here]   Part 2   One dark December day, when Dusty May was eleven-years-old, a strong-looking Latin youth, perhaps twenty-seven, muscular and cross-hatched with facial scars, who was part of a roving carnival and who was manning one of the games Dusty was playing, asked her in rapid Spanish, and with a […]

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  • Angry Dirty Water: The Uncompahgre River

    May 23rd, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    Along the western edge of Ouray, Colorado, and sourced some 12,000 feet above at a lake called Lake Como, there flows a greenish-yellowish-reddish river named the Uncompahgre River. The word is pronounced un-COME-pah-GRAY. It’s a Ute Indian word that means “dirty water” or “angry water” or “red lake,” because mountain minerals color the water, as […]

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  • Pockets of Pure Utopia in These United States

    May 13th, 2018 | Reservation Trash | journalpulp | No Comments

    Did you know that in present-day America, there exist many, many isolated pockets of Utopia? These are places wherein healthcare is 100 percent free. Where housing is fully provided by money that pours freely in. And food as well is provided. In these Utopias, everyone has access to education, and education, too, is 100 percent […]

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