Posts Tagged ‘Ray Harvey’
The concept of justice is inseparable from the concept of rights. The words are deeply interwoven and interconnected — linguistically, legally, lexically, historically, epistemologically. The word “justice” derives from the Latin word jūstitia, which means “rightness” or “righteous.” Jūstitia in turn derives from an even deeper antecedent, and with it the idea of rights: both […]
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Human happiness is lightness and joy. It is the light and joyful glow over the fact of being alive — of living life with energy and with zeal and enthusiasm: a buoyancy of spirit and benevolent sense of delight over the anticipation of what life, in all its strange and magical wonder, has in store. But […]
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Chapter 9 A peach-colored moon hung aloft over the edge of the sparkling city, and there were nightingale among the fig trees. On the outskirts of town, through which the three trashmen now drove, a squadron of bull bats, like little angels of black death, tacked and veered through the twilight air. Farther […]
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It can neither be stated too often nor too emphatically that socialism in any form is by definition an ideology of force and violence. It can operate in no other way. By virtue of what it is, socialism can function by no other means. To achieve even a tiny fraction of its stated aims — […]
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I’ve retitled and extensively rewritten Reservation Trash, which is now called Reservation Trash & The White Rose. The book is still a novella — 35,000 total words — but it’s 13,000 words longer than before, with five new chapters, and also a number of elaborations, as well as significant cuts. I sought to integrate it more […]
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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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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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I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life.
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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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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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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. This is a Ute Indian word that means “dirty water” or “angry water” or “red lake,” because mountain minerals color the water, […]
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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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You’re part of the ninety-nine percent, you say. What of that? Your status isn’t fixed, and you are not stuck there. You’re free to work your way along the spectrum — as, indeed, most people do. You’re free to run clear up to the top percent — as, indeed, many people do. Your motivation and […]
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She drove him six hours into a small mining town in eastern Nevada, near the Utah border. During the drive he told her what had happened. She listened intently but did not speak. A green-colored half moon hung low in the sky, the horizon beneath it a band of xanthic light which glowed like something […]
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The American Dream is a dream of aspiration. It is a story of striving. But it is more: It is a dream of breaking away from the pack. The American Dream is the freedom of each person, regardless of race, sex, sexual orientation, color, class or creed, free to pursue her or his own life […]
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(c)Ray Harvey 2011