This Yellow Madness: June 2015

Thursday, June 18, 2015

thankful

Into the briar of harsh doubts this writer suffers (and clubs himself w/ everday), it's wonderful to read what I just read. THXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx S.j.Bagley!!!!!!!! You have immensely brightened my day.

What follows is what he posted --

"i've read quite a bit of literature and quite a bit of that reading has been work that could be called 'horror.'
and in that reading i have read work from any number of writers that are not simply good, but great.
writers who have something interesting to offer philosophically, aesthetically, and contextually....
one of those great writers is, without a doubt, joseph s. pulver, sr.
i have honestly never seen a writer able to work in an area so grimly combining horror that is both cosmic and personal with the trappings and philosophy of crime and noir fiction.
pulver's work takes place in a world where the idea of 'morality' is as quaint as the idea of a 'caring universe' and, yet, the ideas of pathos and empathy are still important.
in pulver's work, terrible people do terrible things and tend to be fully aware of just HOW terrible everything is.
it's a cold and dark world with small but powerful emotions lighting the way forward.
(and his understanding of poetics, not just in his own work but in the wider realm of poetry, is second to none.)
in short- he's a writer you should be reading. "

I'm floored and deeply humbled by his praise. As you would expect, very thankful!! !

http://www.amazon.com/House-Hollow-Wounds-Joseph-Pulver/dp/1614981280/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1434661482&sr=8-1&keywords=joseph+pulver

Thomas Ligotti says --

“Let us posit that Bukowski is the sun. Or Brautigan, Burroughs and the Beats—a solar Coney Island of the Mind where Timothy Leary’s dead and dead Cthulhu waits and sings the live long daydream believer. Then Joe Pulver’s Portraits of Ruin would be the burst of planets, Big Bang-Bang, Marquee Moons hanging on for what they got, scream of consciousness—in Outer Space no one can hear it . . . except Coffin Joe, Monster Mash Potato that big ol’ Portraits of Ruin—Mars needs it, you need it, so just open the lid and shake your fist—then say: “They kill horses, horses, horses, horses.” Thank you. Come again?”

SIMON STRANTZAS on PoR

"Fearless. Daring. Poetic prose for the unhinged. Each tale in "Portraits of Ruin" packs the sort of mental wallop that leaves the reader reeling. From the scorched deserts to the highest foreign towers, across plains of reality and beneath burning suns, this is no volume for the weak, for the conventional. It is a wake-up call from one of the genre's most visionary masters. A book for those who see differently, for those not afraid to know the truth no matter how terrible the cost. I envy anyone about to experience Pulver's horrors for the first time." - Simon Strantzas, author of Nightingale Songs

Robert M. Price says

"Pulver's genius in his ability to shape-shift stylistically
between Raymond Chandler and Thomas Ligotti--without your even noticing! Like the gospel demon, his name ought to be Legion, since he assumes a new voice and persona as every particular chapter or sequence requires. In the new book,
Pulver's polyphonic gifts mutate to a new and even more powerful pitch. There is nothing like it! It sounds, indeed reads, like a living contradiction in terms! The result is a deep dark forest of wonders, containing both monsters and molesters, both angels and devils." -- Robert M. Price