![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() 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. 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. 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. ![]() I envy anyone about to experience Pulver's horrors for the first time." - Simon Strantzas, author of Nightingale Songs "Let us posit that Bukowski is the sun. A book for those who see differently, for those not afraid to know the truth no matter how terrible the cost. It is a wake-up call from one of the genre's most visionary masters. 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. Each tale in "Portraits of Ruin" packs the sort of mental wallop that leaves the reader reeling. "As impacting as a violent train wreck, the resultant explosion of mellifluous ethereality onto the page is something so totally different that it's almost a completely new art form." -Walt Hicks, Hellbound Times "Fearless. ![]()
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