Words By Readers

My wife explained this to me this morning in a very visual way. A bind rune has been made. It was made from our runes. It was also made from their runes.

The smartest thing the prize has ever done, and I do mean ever, is to walk away from a fight with Fred Clark. 

As a former winner of the prize, the maligning words are deserved. 

Yup, dead and worthless to humanity, but is it not by comparison that all is dead? Comparison is the murderer of every life. I could have stopped reading, reading anything when I read that.

There are no more intellectuals. There are no more Nobel Laureates. Fred has killed them all. They didn’t help anybody. They didn’t because they can’t. They’re children, children wearing crowns. Watch the next one die. The curse of the better kills children too.

Because classics are free, you can‘t buy better work from any author at any price. The curse of the better is true.  

I have a print copy of this book that I found underneath a table outside a pizza joint in San Francisco probably more than ten years ago dated 1994. It looks handmade but what an incredible connection the book makes between blues legend Robert Johnson and Russian literary icon Alexander Blok. What a discovery and theming of it within the book. The stunning craftsmanship is almost divine. I believe the man from England has been dethroned.

Much like Logic and Plurality, Gehinnom: Poets Repeat Too Much is a literary marvel. I think this is much more the case from a poetic perspective. I have never seen such an approach. It is frustrating to grasp at times but it is always completely exquisite. It deserves any honor it may receive. I also like the extreme bravado of the author. If something is nice there is nothing wrong with saying so.

The pictures are a charming accent to the text. Logic and Plurality represents an implausibly difficult feat. The author has rendered simplicity out of what is usually excessively erudite and inaccessible. I think Logic and Plurality is outstanding, and could benefit any person that reads it. I have no clue about the numbers. They are maybe artistic in purpose or maybe something only John knows, or maybe a cryptic pattern to strengthen the arguments.

Fred has produced a beautifully creative work on the philosophies of singularity. This poetic composition, though short in text, is likely the most valuable publication or known source on the matter available to readers beyond sifting through numerous primary documents and their commentaries.

"Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." The author understands Da Vinci's expression. I have to agree with the other reviewers. The book is magnificent; enchantingly unfussy but universally encompassing, pretty and intellectual.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It is pretty dense though. The arguments were exceptionally concise and I loved the backstory.

This is but another example of Clark’s unbelievably tuned mind for artistic conception. He does not appear to write simply for the sake of beauty but also for higher ideas and frameworks. Although I wish there was more to read, his work will take longer than 10 novels to fully appreciate and understand.

My Friends and I have been reading Clark's two books all summer. A person is not done with the book after it is read. The arguments will take some people a lifetime to see in real life.

I am surprised that Clark is not more widely known. I mean granted his stuff is not very old but dang this writing is among the best out there.

I do not impress very easily but Clark’s writing is splendidly without peers. His poetic acumen is shockingly handsome. He has evolutionized poetry by light years through one elongated masterpiece of single poems strung as one song. Each one could be great alone but together the result is otherworldly when likened to what poets write and have written through history. Clark’s work is a must.

In a review of his other book I said that a genius has nothing on this guy. I was wrong. Perhaps a million have nothing on this guy.

Fantastically artistic and original. The title says it all - poets repeat too much!