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Cyclops, v. 1, issue 1, 1941
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PAGE 10 CYCLOPS "HELLO, MAW!" Weaver Wright "The "maw" referred to in the title of this article is the soot-black interior of an incinerator. In other words, this is gonna be a hot one. At least, it should furnace U a few minutes more reading & serve to complete this pg. Come to think of it, I probly didn't use the proper seudo name on this because it strictly is Phil Lehr.... Be it noen that I am not like Bradbury, who can it down without any provocation & at a moment's notice turn out a 2-pg masterpiece. Well, anyway, 2 pgs. (U'll notice no doubt I'm trying like all get out to string this out & so get someplace fast--thend the pg--without getting any place in particular.) Say, it just occurs to me that by employing my nonstoparagrafing & simplifyd speling I am defeating my own purpose! And--anyway--my good friend the editor of CYCLOPS doesnt particularly care for Ackermanese anyway so I'll revert pronto to orthodox! Now I must have had some little angle in mind when I started this article, some idea to hang it on, and this is it: The other day Monjo dug up a bunch of old stencils--early Voms, Vashas, Novaj Horizontoj ktp--and said to me, "Here, these are just taking up a lot of space. I don't think most of them are any good any more any way. If we tried to run one off it would probably fall to pieces. Why don't you look thru them and see if you don't think we can throw most of them away." So I started to. And all I could do was reminisce. This stencil took me back to the days of Dick Wilson's News-Letter--our beloved "Nell"--and the Dividend we published for him. Here was Novaj Horizontoj that we published thru the FAPA for Doc. METROPOLIS!--the mag I put out for the Nycon...my first science fiction convention...my first transcontinental trip...the revival of the masterpiece itself...the mag that in a way was responsible for my getting the job I recently left with the Academy of Motion Pictures. I felt like I just couldn't throw those stencils away, unuseable or not. Then, lo and behold, out of the whole lot I came across a sum total of five that had been abandoned in various stages and never run off. Them I'm sure going to publish--just a couple copies--as collectors' items. Anyone mentioned on any of them will receive one; and there'll be one for myself; that is all. When I stuck all those sentimental old stencils in the incinerator there were a few embers from a previous fire and I figured sure the wax would flare up ad make a big blaze. I waited around to watch, but only smoke resulted, as tho the universe was reluctant to destroy all that noble work. When I came inside, my Grandmother said, "What are those tears in your eyes for?" I of course replied, "Smoke gets in your eyes." ******* some members of starlight publications who has the right idea. Some dying org may have the germ to comeback to greater glories, or it may be some obscure cluster of fans--or some young soul who isn't even introduced to our literature as yet, Needless to say, the magazine---which will represent the idea, the new perspective- is yet to appear. "Who will publish it? When will it come? Exactly what will it be? Will it ever appear? It isn't just a magazine--it's the beginning of an entirely new era, a new day and world. Maybe it will never come at all... As proven before, Only Time Can Tel.... FINIS
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PAGE 10 CYCLOPS "HELLO, MAW!" Weaver Wright "The "maw" referred to in the title of this article is the soot-black interior of an incinerator. In other words, this is gonna be a hot one. At least, it should furnace U a few minutes more reading & serve to complete this pg. Come to think of it, I probly didn't use the proper seudo name on this because it strictly is Phil Lehr.... Be it noen that I am not like Bradbury, who can it down without any provocation & at a moment's notice turn out a 2-pg masterpiece. Well, anyway, 2 pgs. (U'll notice no doubt I'm trying like all get out to string this out & so get someplace fast--thend the pg--without getting any place in particular.) Say, it just occurs to me that by employing my nonstoparagrafing & simplifyd speling I am defeating my own purpose! And--anyway--my good friend the editor of CYCLOPS doesnt particularly care for Ackermanese anyway so I'll revert pronto to orthodox! Now I must have had some little angle in mind when I started this article, some idea to hang it on, and this is it: The other day Monjo dug up a bunch of old stencils--early Voms, Vashas, Novaj Horizontoj ktp--and said to me, "Here, these are just taking up a lot of space. I don't think most of them are any good any more any way. If we tried to run one off it would probably fall to pieces. Why don't you look thru them and see if you don't think we can throw most of them away." So I started to. And all I could do was reminisce. This stencil took me back to the days of Dick Wilson's News-Letter--our beloved "Nell"--and the Dividend we published for him. Here was Novaj Horizontoj that we published thru the FAPA for Doc. METROPOLIS!--the mag I put out for the Nycon...my first science fiction convention...my first transcontinental trip...the revival of the masterpiece itself...the mag that in a way was responsible for my getting the job I recently left with the Academy of Motion Pictures. I felt like I just couldn't throw those stencils away, unuseable or not. Then, lo and behold, out of the whole lot I came across a sum total of five that had been abandoned in various stages and never run off. Them I'm sure going to publish--just a couple copies--as collectors' items. Anyone mentioned on any of them will receive one; and there'll be one for myself; that is all. When I stuck all those sentimental old stencils in the incinerator there were a few embers from a previous fire and I figured sure the wax would flare up ad make a big blaze. I waited around to watch, but only smoke resulted, as tho the universe was reluctant to destroy all that noble work. When I came inside, my Grandmother said, "What are those tears in your eyes for?" I of course replied, "Smoke gets in your eyes." ******* some members of starlight publications who has the right idea. Some dying org may have the germ to comeback to greater glories, or it may be some obscure cluster of fans--or some young soul who isn't even introduced to our literature as yet, Needless to say, the magazine---which will represent the idea, the new perspective- is yet to appear. "Who will publish it? When will it come? Exactly what will it be? Will it ever appear? It isn't just a magazine--it's the beginning of an entirely new era, a new day and world. Maybe it will never come at all... As proven before, Only Time Can Tel.... FINIS
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