With great power…

Watching the presidential candidates stumble about brings to mind Smilin’ Stan Lee’s timeless lesson from “Amazing Fantasy” #15. The cover art (left) is by the legendary Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko, the interior art (including the below final panels) was a solo effort by Ditko.

Excelsior!

 

Heinlein’s Rules

As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t get much better than a Heinlein novel. Go ahead, read Job: A Comedy of Justice or Time Enough for Love. I’ll wait.

You’re back? Good. See? How can you go wrong with a sci-fi, libertarian misogynist? (He’s not misogynistic. He’s just accused of it by those missing the point.) Anyway, I ran across these rules recently here.

Rule One: You Must Write
Rule Two: Finish What Your Start
Rule Three: You Must Refrain From Rewriting, Except to Editorial Order
Rule Four: You Must Put Your Story on the Market
Rule Five: You Must Keep it on the Market until it has Sold

They make a lot of sense for more than just writing, I think.

No one would have believed…

… in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.

-H.G. Wells

War of the Worlds

Larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill house, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for 80 years and might for 80 more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Great Poets Steal

I heard T.S. Eliot quoted on the radio today. It turns out I heard T.S. Eliot misquoted today. This is what they should have said:

“One of the surest tests [of the superiority or inferiority of a poet] is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different than that from which it is torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.”

-T.S. Eliot

Great Poets Steal

October County

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“…that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”

-Ray Bradbury