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!
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Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure
Another minute Kid squatted on the Johnny-on-the-Spot, clutching his New York
Review of Books and
Little Magazine toilet paper, listening to his heaving breath and kerouac
inner-music.
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Beyond leafy trees, moonlight painted, wallpapered and interior decorated
strips of fashionable West
Village light in the forest.
He rubbed poetry across his bum. Somewhere in Soho (or maybe Tribeca) an art
gallery opens a William
Burroughs shotgun art show. The whole city has turned into skyscraper after
skyscraper of art galleries in this fiction-turned-semirealscape of
stranger-than-real gangs wandering inanely about with holograms for
switchblades.
The leaves leered and winked.
The woman wearing a sweatshirt of shadows and a Jimi Hendrix hairdo rose up
from the dark culture of
Sixties and smell of hashish. A pill of light lay upon her nose.
Captain Kid and the woman had sex, and then tried to figure out what would
happen in the eight hundred and seventy-seven page anticlimax.
For what is "Myth" but the neo-deconstructionist prose of a missing literary
critic who lisps?
"Huh?" said Bill, quite baffled.
"Oh, sorry, that's the highbrow version for my intellectual friends at
cocktail parties," said Captain Rick.
"I dare say you want something more soothing. Arrrrrrr. Yes, I have just the
thing."
Rick rolled out his thousand watt amplifier as big as a space tug, his
Stratosphere-blaster electro-drone guitar. He laid down a few tasteful
deady-metal fret licks (deady-metal being the au courant fashionable version
of rock-and-roll, where computer-operated corpses of electrocuted murderers
fronted your standard lead guitar, kitchen synth, drum and bass ensemble) and
began to sing.
Archimedes squawked and, in a hail of feathers and a critical splatter of
fresh doo-doo, fled the room.
CAPTAIN RICK'S STORY
TAKE TWO
"Ballad of the Supernal Hero"
They call me the Hero with a Thousand Faces.
I see lots of things and go lots of places.
I'm a mythic hero, I like to ramble.
But my hero's not Joseph but John W. Campbell.
Ye see, sometimes I'm a pirate, sometimes a saint, But first a homo sapiens;
coward I ain't.
Mankind was meant to rule all these stars
Build malls and condos, and taverns and bars.
As I child I was a wimp, I found nothing arousing.
Till I read John on Dean Drive and Dowsing.
Now I travel from planet to planet, circum-celestial
Killing things smart and extraterrestrial.
"Terra Uber-alles" I sing with a belch and a shout
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Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure
And my surging male humanity I like to flout.
And when things get grim, and bare goes the cupboard
I just pull out DIANETICS by good old Ron Hubbard.
My greatest adventure. Hmm, well, let me see.
There was the time in a cantina that I had to wee
Alas, I'd left my blaster in my digital locker
There in the stall was Lay-ya and Luke Starfokker.
Now Lay-ya I'd divorced 'couple years before
Sex with a princess was mostly a bore.
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Luke I thought was raising sheep on Mount Shasta.
"Help!" Luke cried. "We need you and your blaster!"
"Lord Brain-Death is back, the Farce help us all.
We hear Heavy Breathing, and that is his Call.
He's back from the dead, practicing evil Craft
I am scared, I am crazy I'm going half daft."
No sooner said, that, than Storm Troopers attacked.
Dodging deathrays, quickly, to the DESIRE we backed.
We zoomed through space, hid in nebulean bogs.
Trained hard for the battle, read old ANALOGS.
Good old John Campbell, his essays were profounding!
Hectoring lectures in the good old ASTOUNDING.
In those pre-Spielberg days you'll have to agree
John would have crunched the ALIEN, barfed on ET.
"Bowb the Force," he'd have said, "Man the garrison!
Technology rules! Up Anderson! Up Harrison!
Alien invasion? Build a great gun!
Stay to the Right of Baen and Attila the Hun."
So we cobbled and soldered like technology's fools
A better death ray, using brains and slide rules!
John would've liked it, Doc Smith would turn green
Buddy, this beamer was big, huge, and obscene!
So we hurtled on out to meet the death fleet
A terrible sight they were something to meet!
A thousand alien ships, designed by George Lucas
Wanted to turn us to slag and horrible mucus.
"Surrender to the Dark Side," said Death, big surprise!
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Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure
"Join the Empire! Make mythic movies! Merchandise!"
In answer we just aimed our out big beamer and happily shot 'em
No way was John's boys gonna kiss the Empire's bottom.
Now, for Brain Death technology was a given!
But his scientists hadn't read Tom Clancy, Pournelle and Niven
ASF's sons, all so what if they couldn't write.
They knew their nuts from their bolts, and boy could they fight.
Our blaster, you see, wasn't loaded with energy rounds. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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!
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20Pleasures.htm (27 of 95) [10/14/2004 11:58:11 PM]
Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure
Another minute Kid squatted on the Johnny-on-the-Spot, clutching his New York
Review of Books and
Little Magazine toilet paper, listening to his heaving breath and kerouac
inner-music.
Page 28
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Beyond leafy trees, moonlight painted, wallpapered and interior decorated
strips of fashionable West
Village light in the forest.
He rubbed poetry across his bum. Somewhere in Soho (or maybe Tribeca) an art
gallery opens a William
Burroughs shotgun art show. The whole city has turned into skyscraper after
skyscraper of art galleries in this fiction-turned-semirealscape of
stranger-than-real gangs wandering inanely about with holograms for
switchblades.
The leaves leered and winked.
The woman wearing a sweatshirt of shadows and a Jimi Hendrix hairdo rose up
from the dark culture of
Sixties and smell of hashish. A pill of light lay upon her nose.
Captain Kid and the woman had sex, and then tried to figure out what would
happen in the eight hundred and seventy-seven page anticlimax.
For what is "Myth" but the neo-deconstructionist prose of a missing literary
critic who lisps?
"Huh?" said Bill, quite baffled.
"Oh, sorry, that's the highbrow version for my intellectual friends at
cocktail parties," said Captain Rick.
"I dare say you want something more soothing. Arrrrrrr. Yes, I have just the
thing."
Rick rolled out his thousand watt amplifier as big as a space tug, his
Stratosphere-blaster electro-drone guitar. He laid down a few tasteful
deady-metal fret licks (deady-metal being the au courant fashionable version
of rock-and-roll, where computer-operated corpses of electrocuted murderers
fronted your standard lead guitar, kitchen synth, drum and bass ensemble) and
began to sing.
Archimedes squawked and, in a hail of feathers and a critical splatter of
fresh doo-doo, fled the room.
CAPTAIN RICK'S STORY
TAKE TWO
"Ballad of the Supernal Hero"
They call me the Hero with a Thousand Faces.
I see lots of things and go lots of places.
I'm a mythic hero, I like to ramble.
But my hero's not Joseph but John W. Campbell.
Ye see, sometimes I'm a pirate, sometimes a saint, But first a homo sapiens;
coward I ain't.
Mankind was meant to rule all these stars
Build malls and condos, and taverns and bars.
As I child I was a wimp, I found nothing arousing.
Till I read John on Dean Drive and Dowsing.
Now I travel from planet to planet, circum-celestial
Killing things smart and extraterrestrial.
"Terra Uber-alles" I sing with a belch and a shout
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Har...the%20Planet%20of%20Tasteless%
20Pleasures.htm (28 of 95) [10/14/2004 11:58:11 PM]
Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure
And my surging male humanity I like to flout.
And when things get grim, and bare goes the cupboard
I just pull out DIANETICS by good old Ron Hubbard.
My greatest adventure. Hmm, well, let me see.
There was the time in a cantina that I had to wee
Alas, I'd left my blaster in my digital locker
There in the stall was Lay-ya and Luke Starfokker.
Now Lay-ya I'd divorced 'couple years before
Sex with a princess was mostly a bore.
Page 29
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
Luke I thought was raising sheep on Mount Shasta.
"Help!" Luke cried. "We need you and your blaster!"
"Lord Brain-Death is back, the Farce help us all.
We hear Heavy Breathing, and that is his Call.
He's back from the dead, practicing evil Craft
I am scared, I am crazy I'm going half daft."
No sooner said, that, than Storm Troopers attacked.
Dodging deathrays, quickly, to the DESIRE we backed.
We zoomed through space, hid in nebulean bogs.
Trained hard for the battle, read old ANALOGS.
Good old John Campbell, his essays were profounding!
Hectoring lectures in the good old ASTOUNDING.
In those pre-Spielberg days you'll have to agree
John would have crunched the ALIEN, barfed on ET.
"Bowb the Force," he'd have said, "Man the garrison!
Technology rules! Up Anderson! Up Harrison!
Alien invasion? Build a great gun!
Stay to the Right of Baen and Attila the Hun."
So we cobbled and soldered like technology's fools
A better death ray, using brains and slide rules!
John would've liked it, Doc Smith would turn green
Buddy, this beamer was big, huge, and obscene!
So we hurtled on out to meet the death fleet
A terrible sight they were something to meet!
A thousand alien ships, designed by George Lucas
Wanted to turn us to slag and horrible mucus.
"Surrender to the Dark Side," said Death, big surprise!
file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Har...the%20Planet%20of%20Tasteless%
20Pleasures.htm (29 of 95) [10/14/2004 11:58:11 PM]
Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure
"Join the Empire! Make mythic movies! Merchandise!"
In answer we just aimed our out big beamer and happily shot 'em
No way was John's boys gonna kiss the Empire's bottom.
Now, for Brain Death technology was a given!
But his scientists hadn't read Tom Clancy, Pournelle and Niven
ASF's sons, all so what if they couldn't write.
They knew their nuts from their bolts, and boy could they fight.
Our blaster, you see, wasn't loaded with energy rounds. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]