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En Garde, whole no. 4, Winter 1942

Page 4

page 4.
".....with jaundiced eye"

LET'S LOOK AT THE RECORD: Propaganda! Still, one supposes that some sort of reply to the VanHouten attack is fair enough. As for us, we are unable to become enthusiastic over Technocracy until it gives promise of more functional practicality than is now the case.

BOBLIQUEP: Novel, but hardly worthwhile. A "first" having been achieved, may something more satisfactory follow. The rhymes are alright, but the rhythm exudes an execrable effluvium.

CERES: Quite enjoyable. Hope bigger and better issues will be forthcoming. Material was not outstanding, but we found it worth reading. Mimeo work rather lousy. It is to be supposed, though, that this will improve.

SUPPLEMENT TO IMAGI-INDEX: This sort of thing is always needed and welcome. Much thanks to those energetic fans who tackle jobs like this so the rest of us may have such information at our fingertips.

ZIZZLE-POP: We rather deplore single-sheeters as a rule, but this one is an exception in that it was all interesting. We agree regarding the poet and the quality of his work. In writing either poetry or prose, the writer should produce the best of which he is capable, at that time. Of course, the purpose, or destination of the effort, or the time that can be allotted, may justifiably have a bearing on what could be considered acceptable. But there is far too much stuff written (often with revision intended), fallen in love with (that ol' parental complex), and after due rationalization, fondly passing along, as is, with the ego-satisfying belief that it really possesses a touch of immortality. No matter which of the arts one chooses, good work will never be forthcoming until one can blithely, repeatedly, and with no regrets, partially or completely destroy one's effort and start anew. Many times minor revision will suffice. More often some sort of major surgery is indicated. Until such an operation can be performed unhesitatingly, and without a qualm, "good work" will likely remain a distant future "possibility". 

SCIENCE-FICTION GOO: Another interesting single-sheeter. What's the world coming to? Here's hoping Sam Russell has something in every mailing. Somehow we have a feeling that if he does, the mailing will be much better for including it.

MOONSHINE: Though you disclaim drinking "moonshine", your friend the Orator, apparently lacks your fine restraint. His column appears to exhibit the results of looking upon the moonshine when it gurgleth in a flask, and seareth the throat as caustic. Now, we have no wish to trespass on Koenig's preserves. But we find in this column, things that all our exploratory jaunts into the realms of the Dictionary failed to reveal. "Ascerned" startled us. "Nauseaous" certainly was, but could have been a typographical error. "Integritorial" rocked us on our base. But what set us gibbering at our mirrored reflection, and picking butterflies from the empty air, was: "I wonder in what light the new fan considers their constant friction? Surely not in the slightest dab of unctuousity; would probably consider them childishly lascivious."

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page 4. ".....with jaundiced eye" LET'S LOOK AT THE RECORD: Propaganda! Still, one supposes that some sort of reply to the VanHouten attack is fair enough. As for us, we are unable to become enthusiastic over Technocracy until it gives promise of more functional practicality than is now the case. BOBLIQUEP: Novel, but hardly worthwhile. A "first" having been achieved, may something more satisfactory follow. The rhymes are alright, but the rhythm exudes an execrable effluvium. CERES: Quite enjoyable. Hope bigger and better issues will be forthcoming. Material was not outstanding, but we found it worth reading. Mimeo work rather lousy. It is to be supposed, though, that this will improve. SUPPLEMENT TO IMAGI-INDEX: This sort of thing is always needed and welcome. Much thanks to those energetic fans who tackle jobs like this so the rest of us may have such information at our fingertips. ZIZZLE-POP: We rather deplore single-sheeters as a rule, but this one is an exception in that it was all interesting. We agree regarding the poet and the quality of his work. In writing either poetry or prose, the writer should produce the best of which he is capable, at that time. Of course, the purpose, or destination of the effort, or the time that can be allotted, may justifiably have a bearing on what could be considered acceptable. But there is far too much stuff written (often with revision intended), fallen in love with (that ol' parental complex), and after due rationalization, fondly passing along, as is, with the ego-satisfying belief that it really possesses a touch of immortality. No matter which of the arts one chooses, good work will never be forthcoming until one can blithely, repeatedly, and with no regrets, partially or completely destroy one's effort and start anew. Many times minor revision will suffice. More often some sort of major surgery is indicated. Until such an operation can be performed unhesitatingly, and without a qualm, "good work" will likely remain a distant future "possibility". SCIENCE-FICTION GOO: Another interesting single-sheeter. What's the world coming to? Here's hoping Sam Russell has something in every mailing. Somehow we have a feeling that if he does, the mailing will be much better for including it. MOONSHINE: Though you disclaim drinking "moonshine", your friend the Orator, apparently lacks your fine restraint. His column appears to exhibit the results of looking upon the moonshine when it gurgleth in a flask, and seareth the throat as caustic. Now, we have no wish to trespass on Koenig's preserves. But we find in this column, things that all our exploratory jaunts into the realms of the Dictionary failed to reveal. "Ascerned" startled us. "Nauseaous" certainly was, but could have been a typographical error. "Integritorial" rocked us on our base. But what set us gibbering at our mirrored reflection, and picking butterflies from the empty air, was: "I wonder in what light the new fan considers their constant friction? Surely not in the slightest dab of unctuousity; would probably consider them childishly lascivious."