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Frank Belknap Long
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Blue ichor! No corners!
Read Frank Belknap Long
Instead of eating food,
With a name like
Frank Belknap Long
It’s got to be good!
Turn away from the horror
Lest ye surely go mad,
Frank gives you every
Tentacle and severed hand!
And Others Shall be Born!
The Hounds of Tindalos!
Mastered the mythos,
Wrote horrific poems,
H P got him a slot
On the Amazing staff,
On to tread the path
Laid by Lovecraft
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Isaac Asimov
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In ‘41 fandom was young, & Asimov’s name was on everyone’s tongue
‘Cuz in ’41 Nightfall had come,
Planet driven insane by an eclipse of the sun.
A pair of lush sideburns & a bolo tie describes the genius who brings us the story of I, Robot.
So what, the term was coined by Kapec?
The Three Laws of Robotics ain’t been broken yet!
Hey! He had to get paid writing fiction, non-fiction, teaching biochemistry!
Fact: He wore so many hats; Was in the Navy with Heinlein & L.Sprague De Camp!
No big thing, ‘til Campbell took him under his Astounding wing.
Foundation published before his sideburns had even grown an inch!
Psyco-historian, prophetic creation,
Mule had to go & fuck up the equation.
Thats what you get when you make a sport of mutation!
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Alfred Bester
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$50 winner, S.F. contest proved Alfred Bester better than the rest.
A few more stories pseudo-science non-stop like the plot of the Bester
book you couldn’t drop!
Wrote comics & radio on an 8 year break ‘til commercial TV proved more than he could take.
He wrote... the Green Lantern Oath!
He Knew...what The Shadow Knows!
When Campbell fell under L. Ron’s spell Alfred said,”Man, you can fuckin’ go to Hell!”
BloodHag think & drink to him still.
Left his estate to his bartender in his will!
Man is not slave to science, science slaves for a man’s mind.
When that man unwinds- that’s when Alfred Bester Writes!
The Demolished Man!
The Stars My Destination!
Fondly Fahrenheit!
4,217,409!
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Arthur C. Clarke
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Is this just a myth? Consciousness exists
Because of this monolithic obelisk genesis
Rewrite the ironic bit, his literary gift’s eclipsed
By Kubrick and a script, but undiminished by it!
Rewrite the ironic bit, his literary gift’s eclipsed
By Kubrick and a script, but undiminished by it!
Matters of security, he wasn’t kept in the dark
For his help in the direction and perfection of radar.
Now his life’s one long weekend he’s only speakin’ in Sri Lank,
Nobody parts the sea or starts an odyssey like Arthur C. Clarke!
Give it to ‘em hard. Hard S.F... ...Hey!
Rendezvous With Rama, The Nine Names of God,
Childhood’s End and then The Fountain of Paradise,
Then when we land on Venus or maybe Mars
Then when we touch the monolith-
Then we see the truth: Oh my God, It’s Full of Stars!
Give it to ‘em hard. Hard S.F... ...Hey!
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Ray Bradbury
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You did pretty god for never having gone to college Ray,
But when I saw it on TV I fet like you owed me an apology.
But not for...
Fahrenheit 451!
Not for...
Something Wicked This Way Comes!
Not for...
The Golden Apples of the Sun!
Not for...
The Martian Chronicles, Book 1!
Ray!
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Octavia E. Butler
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After Armageddon
Shredded pieces of the Human Race
Xenogenesis, mated
into creatures free of hate
Immortals burn patterns through infinity
To shape the face and fate of Humanity
Don’t make Octavia
write for a hundred years
before you treat Black Women
as good as guys with pointed ears
Teach Kindred in a History class
Your kid’s a guaranteed genius if they pass
Her characters evoke
the same rich note
as if spoke from the baritone
of her own throat
After Wild Seed’s sown
A new Society’s regrown
You’ll never be alone
You’ll sit beside her throne
Mind Of My Mind!
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Samuel R. Delaney
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Einstein Intersections and Babel 17
Tweaked sex roles, language, and all in-between
Subversive insertion of your progressive mores
Into standard Sword and Sorcery
Passion plays
Forget the old white writer smoking a pipe
Try a bisexual black man with a lust for life
No more fiction that's his decision
Making a religion of incisive criticism!
Stars In My Pocket Like Grains of Sand!
The Motion of Light in Water!
We In Some Strange Power's Employ!
Move On a Rigorous Line!
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Kenneth Robeson
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Kenneth Robeson!
You wrote some
Of my favorite fiction
Like Doc Savage, The Avenger
So I don’t even give a shit
That your name
Was just a surname for a thousand Mens pens
In the Thirties
I could buy your books for just ten cents.
And you’d get what you’d paid for
they were made for
Pre-pubescent Males
They’re the only books that I can read
When I rot in county Jail!
Kenneth Robeson!
You wrote some of my favorite fiction!
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Roger Zelazney
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The page of New Wave bore Roger's fresh face
Set the taste and the pace for his time and place
In the Courts of Chaos, Corwin struts in Amber
Only those of the True Lineage may walk the pattern
Bloody family feuds and a super-computer in Limbo
A pack of Trumps under the pillow
Worlds of the fantastic. Dense and specific. Unscientific.
New twists on old Myths. Man to Gad metamorphosis
So what his new hits ain't as good or as thick?
It's not his fault Damnation Alley flick sucked shit
My name is Legion. Will leave no doubt.
Or The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth!
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William Gibson
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Fragments Of a Hologram Rose
Immortalized in Burning Chrome
His success rode on ominous crest
The death of traditional SF!
Neuromancer's sequels are written here and now,
Each day we live in Example of Canuck pessimism
Examination of Global pessimism
Examination of global schism. Dystopian vision.
Forged with typewriter ribbon
Jack the chip right into my brain
Mnemonics was just a scheme
Absolution for Gibson's dream
The Faceless control everything
No heroes to save the world
No future. No history to be told.
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Neil Stephenson
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On All Hallow's Eve in Fort Mead
In the shadow of the National Security Agency
Away in a mainframe, no crib for a bed
Born and bred by Propellorheads!
Snow Crash ensconced you as a prophet
Silicon Valley copped it to profit off it
Mysteries with just hints of SF Twists
Sealed with a kiss, language virus!
The Command Line Is The Beginning, where does it end?
Quicksilver writing with a fountain pen
Decode and encrypt! Decode and encrypt!
And write! Write now!
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Jules Verne
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Jules and his brother, watching the boats
Tellin' stories to each other of the places they'd go
At twenty-thousand leagues meet Captain Nemo
Not much of a plot and owed a lot to Poe
From Phineas Fogg to Impey Barbicane
He fit his fiction to the science of the day
Practically invented the N.R.A.
Wrote Around the World in 80 Days!
Jules' dad sent him to law school in Paris
He wished he was with his brother on a ship
Supposed to go to class but always skipped
Did the coffeehouse bit, started to get Lit
Wrote a couple of boring plays
Soon, Jules was amazed
Writing fiction pays
So, he wrote Around The World In 80 Days!
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H. G. Wells
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The ladies didn't want H.G. for his money
He spoke soft and sweet, and smelled like honey
If his wife found out, he wasn't worried
Just set his time machine back before he was married!
Want to see a Morlock? Keep watchin' the box...
Want to see an Eloi? Just watch Baywatch!
The plot device to all life's stories evolutionary
British scientific romance revolutionary
Writers still swipe from you most famous books
Yet they forget the social satire of your later works
When The Sleeper Awakes. The Holy Terror.
The World Set Free. A Mind At The End Of It's Tether
The century turned the way you said- no mistaking
Mankind was yours for the making
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Michael Moorcock
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Corum. The last of his race
Had to kick ass over sixteen planes
Elric. Kept alive by his sword
Stormbringer stole souls for the Chaos Lords.
Eternal Champion. Multiverse of the mind
Everything he wrote somehow intertwined
Michael Moorcock born in 1939!
The Sundred Worlds! The Wrecks of Time!
Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moor...cock..cock...cock!
Moorcock smoked pot with Lemmy
You think you wrote a lot of books, he wrote twice as many
Von Beck was Mike's Grandad
Best Eternal Champion a kid ever had
The Golden Barge or any of his stories
Ironic fables, simple allegories
The great rock-n-roll swindle... Well, why the fuck not?
Hawkwind and Moorcock write books and rock
Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moor...cock..cock...cock!
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J. R. R. Tolkein
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Who wrote the Hobbit, Two Towers and Return of the King?
J.R.R. Tolkein!
Who wants Rankin/Bass's ass in a sling?
J.R.R. Tolkein!
The only fantasy I'd ever read to my children
But not The Simarillion!
Who wants to kill Ralph Bakshi for the Lord of the Rings?
J.R.R. Tolkein!
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BlöödHag Seattle, Washington
BloodHag played really short heavy metal songs about Sci-Fi, Fantasy and seminal Horror authors.
We're putting some
of our stuff online that is out of print. I'm remastering all the 7"s and the Book on Tape and previously unreleased BloodHag stuff. These will be free until/when we reach the download limit, then it will be cheap!
Thank you & enjoy!
Dr J.M.McNulty AKA Deus Ex Libris the Plagiarazor
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