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Voice of the Imagination, whole no. 36, October 1944
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IMAGI-NATION 9 grams, reading as much as possible literature dealing with fantasy. Now that I am not quite so closely supervised, it was inevitable that I should resume active interest in the weird and fantastic, and yearn for contact with those of similar interests, so I rented Box 13 at the local postoffice (it was easy--no one had used it for years--and they say people aren't superstitious any more!)--and here I am! After reading back issues of "The Voice of the Imagination", I was amused, amazed, and dismayed by the many conjectures and opinions concerning my character, physical appearance, etc. Evidently, some of you do not even believe that I exist. I assure you that I do, although I have often wondered why, and so, I imagine, have some of you. The various rumours, expressions of criticism and approval concerning me, which are printed betweixt the lurid covers of "Vom" surprised me. Regardless of your varied opinions, uncomplimentary or otherwise, I am glad to greet you again through the medium of "The Voice of the Imagination". I suppose that this letter will be the occasion for loud "Ha-ha-I-told-you-so's" from an individual entitled Bob Tucker. I assure you, Monsieur Tucker, that my letter is not a result of rising to your "bait" (worms don't interest me!) and as it is extremely unlikely, at least at the presentime, that I shall be able to attend any Fantasticonventions, I shall probably never "keep company with any half-baked fans out of sheer gratitude" as you so quaintly express it, nor am I in the habit of keeping company with friends for reasons of sheer gratitude anyway. I associate with my friends because of mutual enjoyment in companionship. Your letter was amusing, nonetheless, and I enjoyed reading it. I was amused at Sam You'd aversion to me, and his calling me an "affected young school girl". Perhaps I am affected, and it is true I am young in years, but I am no longer a school girl. So you would like to give me a thrashing, eh wot? What on earth for? What ever have I done to you? Do you feel the urge to beat up everyone whose opinions perhaps vary with yours? Come off it, old man, and let's be friendly! LeRoy Tackett expresses his doubt that I know as much about the occult "as I claim". More erroneous legends have arisen concerning me! Since when did I profess to be a walking encyclopedia on occult matters? I merely expressed an interest in occult subjects. There is a difference, you know. Nevertheless, I will be glad to exchange information with you concerning occult experiments. (Palo Alto, Cal, is the adres.) # SPEER again: Dick brewer of NAJEM, to whom I've loaned an issue of Vom and other stuff, apparently is curious about the depth and breadth of our learning. He has submitted the following list of Names, which he desires published for comment: Soren Kierkegaard Franz Kafka Paul Klee Hans Jean Arp Andre Gide Arnold Schoenberg Oswald Spengler Jean Cocteau Piet Mondrian Arthur Rimbaud Tristan Tzara Marcel Duchamps Henry Miller J.K. Huysman Carl Gustave Jung le Comte de Lautreamont Einstein le Marquis de Sade Edward Lear Krafft-Ebbing Dylan Thomas Paul Hindesmith Bela Bartok Juan Gris Andre Breton Herbert Reed Fredrico Garcia-Lorca Georgio de Chirico Ecir Satie Jose Clemente Orosco Alexander Calder Max Ernst Martha Graham Jose Ortega y Gassett Alban Berg Max Jacob Paul Eluard Billie Holiday (What - no Pong, Van Vogt or Joe Fann?) ## Bill Temple - sterling Anglofan, signalman in the British Army, pens a long letter from a far land. We think U will agree it is one of the better things Vom had presented in its checkerd career. Dear 4e./ I've just re-read the April VoM, which means reading it for the first time properly. My first "reading" was a hasty skim through in the press of other business, a business dealing with bangs of varying intensities. Now I've been stranded with no reading material other than this VoM. So I re-read & re-r-e-read it, & your contributors would be flattered to know just how much consideration I gave to their every point. And there were plenty of points. But the only one I'll comment on now is this business of making the final break with fandom. I guess most fans who have kept it up for 10 years or more now must often have come to the point of impatience where fandom is felt to be an incubus from which one must free oneself. Consider: the average fan has many other interests: music, poetry, philosophy, some branch of practical science, active politics, active sex, beer, baseball, sleep, for instance, & the time he can give to them is limited firstly by his bread 'n butter job & secondly by fandom. And the greatest of these is fandom. Oh, the big, big bundle of long, long letters always to answer; the articles demanded by far-away editors; the stacks of not-so-good fan-mags to decide from near-illegibility, the endless (illegible adjective) arguments about religion, the storms in tea-cups over nudes, the vaporings about the New World by children who don't even understand the character of the Old, the feuds & bickerings of "he said that I said that they said .... & who paid for it all in the end? I leave it to your imagination" style, & the strain to keep abreast of current gags & Slan Plans & follow Wilsey-Nilsey "speling" (no one wishes to keep abreast of current stf. these days--does anyone read it at all?) & be patient with cartoon jokes about robots! My old Flat-mate, Ego Clarke, once the most enthusiastic fan I knew, I
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IMAGI-NATION 9 grams, reading as much as possible literature dealing with fantasy. Now that I am not quite so closely supervised, it was inevitable that I should resume active interest in the weird and fantastic, and yearn for contact with those of similar interests, so I rented Box 13 at the local postoffice (it was easy--no one had used it for years--and they say people aren't superstitious any more!)--and here I am! After reading back issues of "The Voice of the Imagination", I was amused, amazed, and dismayed by the many conjectures and opinions concerning my character, physical appearance, etc. Evidently, some of you do not even believe that I exist. I assure you that I do, although I have often wondered why, and so, I imagine, have some of you. The various rumours, expressions of criticism and approval concerning me, which are printed betweixt the lurid covers of "Vom" surprised me. Regardless of your varied opinions, uncomplimentary or otherwise, I am glad to greet you again through the medium of "The Voice of the Imagination". I suppose that this letter will be the occasion for loud "Ha-ha-I-told-you-so's" from an individual entitled Bob Tucker. I assure you, Monsieur Tucker, that my letter is not a result of rising to your "bait" (worms don't interest me!) and as it is extremely unlikely, at least at the presentime, that I shall be able to attend any Fantasticonventions, I shall probably never "keep company with any half-baked fans out of sheer gratitude" as you so quaintly express it, nor am I in the habit of keeping company with friends for reasons of sheer gratitude anyway. I associate with my friends because of mutual enjoyment in companionship. Your letter was amusing, nonetheless, and I enjoyed reading it. I was amused at Sam You'd aversion to me, and his calling me an "affected young school girl". Perhaps I am affected, and it is true I am young in years, but I am no longer a school girl. So you would like to give me a thrashing, eh wot? What on earth for? What ever have I done to you? Do you feel the urge to beat up everyone whose opinions perhaps vary with yours? Come off it, old man, and let's be friendly! LeRoy Tackett expresses his doubt that I know as much about the occult "as I claim". More erroneous legends have arisen concerning me! Since when did I profess to be a walking encyclopedia on occult matters? I merely expressed an interest in occult subjects. There is a difference, you know. Nevertheless, I will be glad to exchange information with you concerning occult experiments. (Palo Alto, Cal, is the adres.) # SPEER again: Dick brewer of NAJEM, to whom I've loaned an issue of Vom and other stuff, apparently is curious about the depth and breadth of our learning. He has submitted the following list of Names, which he desires published for comment: Soren Kierkegaard Franz Kafka Paul Klee Hans Jean Arp Andre Gide Arnold Schoenberg Oswald Spengler Jean Cocteau Piet Mondrian Arthur Rimbaud Tristan Tzara Marcel Duchamps Henry Miller J.K. Huysman Carl Gustave Jung le Comte de Lautreamont Einstein le Marquis de Sade Edward Lear Krafft-Ebbing Dylan Thomas Paul Hindesmith Bela Bartok Juan Gris Andre Breton Herbert Reed Fredrico Garcia-Lorca Georgio de Chirico Ecir Satie Jose Clemente Orosco Alexander Calder Max Ernst Martha Graham Jose Ortega y Gassett Alban Berg Max Jacob Paul Eluard Billie Holiday (What - no Pong, Van Vogt or Joe Fann?) ## Bill Temple - sterling Anglofan, signalman in the British Army, pens a long letter from a far land. We think U will agree it is one of the better things Vom had presented in its checkerd career. Dear 4e./ I've just re-read the April VoM, which means reading it for the first time properly. My first "reading" was a hasty skim through in the press of other business, a business dealing with bangs of varying intensities. Now I've been stranded with no reading material other than this VoM. So I re-read & re-r-e-read it, & your contributors would be flattered to know just how much consideration I gave to their every point. And there were plenty of points. But the only one I'll comment on now is this business of making the final break with fandom. I guess most fans who have kept it up for 10 years or more now must often have come to the point of impatience where fandom is felt to be an incubus from which one must free oneself. Consider: the average fan has many other interests: music, poetry, philosophy, some branch of practical science, active politics, active sex, beer, baseball, sleep, for instance, & the time he can give to them is limited firstly by his bread 'n butter job & secondly by fandom. And the greatest of these is fandom. Oh, the big, big bundle of long, long letters always to answer; the articles demanded by far-away editors; the stacks of not-so-good fan-mags to decide from near-illegibility, the endless (illegible adjective) arguments about religion, the storms in tea-cups over nudes, the vaporings about the New World by children who don't even understand the character of the Old, the feuds & bickerings of "he said that I said that they said .... & who paid for it all in the end? I leave it to your imagination" style, & the strain to keep abreast of current gags & Slan Plans & follow Wilsey-Nilsey "speling" (no one wishes to keep abreast of current stf. these days--does anyone read it at all?) & be patient with cartoon jokes about robots! My old Flat-mate, Ego Clarke, once the most enthusiastic fan I knew, I
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