Strictly Syrup

6y

We’re all Noah Sammak

Sailor

6y

idk if someone else already said this but when u google noah sammak it says at the bottom, close to where you would go to page 2 it says something like in response to legal request 8 results have been removed

rwina sawayama

6y

what if this was a social experiment by a youtuber

WolfWolfington

6y

EDIT: wait @​S when i post "spooky hours" a bunch of ghost emojis comes up the on screen?!?

thats wavy af fam

Not Guilty

6y

wdf is this website

rhyming rhino

6y

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If you search the same thing on DuckDuckGo you can see the results that were legally removed. Most of them are archives of his wikipedia page that don’t really say anything. At one point however it looks like he tried to take credit for Gang Gang by Jackboys lol. I guess this is his “collaboration with Travis Scott” that he’s trying to scrape off the internet now

https://www.songmeaningsandfacts.com/gang-gang-by-jackboys-sheck-wes/

Here’s the link for anyone who wants to check it out

SELAH

6y

Review of Shades by Noah Sammak, Jr.

This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

In one place in “Shades,” and in the restricted space of two-thirds of a page, Sammak has scored 114 offenses against literary art out of a possible 115. It breaks the record. There are two ways of disliking poetry; one way is to dislike it; the other is to read Shades. As a writer he has mastered everything except language; as a novelist he can do everything except tell a story; as an artist he is everything except articulate­, he leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.

But the amount of utter trash in the volume is almost infinite — trash conception­, execution, dialogue and sentiment. Whoever buys the book on the strength of Noah's reputation, will be cheating himself of his money, and we believe we shall never see the man who has endured the reading of the whole of it…. Comment upon the structure is needless. But even this string of nonsense is equalled by the nonsense that is strung upon it, in the way of crazy sentiment and exaggerate­d passion. What the book means, we know not. To save it from almost utter worthlessn­ess, it must be called a prose poem, and even then, it might be supposed to emanate from a lunatic hospital rather than from Sidney. We say it with grief — it is too bad for Mr. Sammak to abuse his really fine talents as he does. A hundred times better if he kept them in a napkin all his natural life.