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Renascence, v. 1, issue 1, August 1950
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. . . . the anams in the corson grow . . . . by Charles Stuart Department of Extra-Terrestrial Zoology: Remember Gleeps? Gleeps was an unusual character; he haunted the spacelanes, drove planet hopping tourists mad, and generally made his presence felt in the most infuriating manner. Gleeps was never seen, and he assumed the form and shape of many objects to disguise himself. One of the standard System jokes was this futuristic parody of an old Joe Miller classic: Quetzl the Martian, met another Martian pal, Axltrkl, and said: Axy, who was that happy girl I saw you with last night?; to which Axy replied: that was no happy girl, that was Gleeps! I recall Gleeps at this moment, although he appeared in 1943 in an Astounding issue, because of the current series of tales in the new Boucher-McComas prozine. Sturgeon, Bretnor and Cartmill have added three important additions to the ETZ theme: the hurkle, the gnurr, and the golen. Hurkles are happy beasts, given to radiating their happiness in such a manner, and at such a frequency, that human beings in the vicinity are beleaguered with itching. Naturally, the hurkle is quite a motivating factor in interplanetary travel, with the aim being the putting of distance between the human race and the happy hurkle. Gnurrs, on the other hand, do not interfere with the race, but merely occupy our yesterdays when we move on to tomorrow or today. Gnurrs are avaricious, and they like nothing better than to go through the wildwood, so to speak, to eat in tomorrow rather than today. Golens are cuddly. You like to scratch their ears, and they bring out the mother instinct in you. Very, very cuddly. But they can limble, and wirtle, consequently, the golens are slightly dangerous to humankind. Golens have an appetite strongly attracted by "huge beasts", a rather strange specie of fauna which landed on their home planet, and destroyed their herds of domesticated animals. They replaced their supply by importing these "beasts", and in order to import them peacefully without objections from the importee, the golen made us of a stun gun. So, if a cuddly beast comes your way, watch him: the limling, and the wirtling, and the cuddling are but traps for the unwary! "—mimsy are the borogoves—" When Kuttner presented "Mimsy Were the Borogoves" in Astounding, he brought back into the focus of fans a little phrase which they heard in their ALICE IN WONDERLAND days. "Mimsy" was a classic, of both its days and of today. Since that time, no other author has seen fit to expound more upon the fascinating lines of "jabberwocky". After Dr. Breuer came a lapse of over a decade, until the time of "Mimsy", and after Kuttner came another decade, until the present. Theodore Sturgeon once more fell back upon Carrollian nonsense for "The Hurkle is a Happy Beast". A few examples are: ". . . . gwik still fardled, funted, and fupped. The great central hewton still beat out its mighty pulse, and in the anams the corsons grew. . . . " or "The kitten twitched its cafmors and ruddled its kump. . ." and, finally, ". . . and there wasn't a single, solitary malepek to be throdded anywhere . . ." More nonsense: Besides whole themes based on Carrollian jibberish, fantasy authors have employed little bits of it quite delightfully. For example, the already mentioned golen could limble and wirtle, and the hurkle could ruddle or throd, as the case might be. Co-incidentally, it is Kuttner again who provides the newest modern instance of nonsensical senses. In his popular and zany Gallagher series of Astounding, Kuttner had Gallagher build a rather complicated robot, whose inner workings were beautiful to behold, whose logical brain was a wondrous machine, whose physical sysmetry was the epitome of graciousness (or so Joe advocated). However, Joe was a can-opener. Despite the fact that such a complex organism was fitted to perform such an elementary operation. Joe could do things which humans found unable to perform. He could skrep, and he could varish. Skrenning and varishing have never withstood rigorous analysis, but the suspicion is rampart that these twin senses of Joe's are akin to the limble and wirtle senses of the golen. Until the day that both Joe and the golen are properly subjected to extensive examination, it is feared that the human race will have to forego the pleasures which Joe and the golen obviously partake through their abilities, stretching from skrenning and varishing on the humanoid-android level to the limbling and wirtling, disdimming, ruddling and throdding, fardling, funting and fupping of the extra-terrestrial level. Naturally, the elapsed time might be consumed by the cultivating of anams in the corsons, or the synthesization of hewtons, cafmors, kumps and malapeks, not to mention the eugenic development of gostaks and doshes. "ALL YOU DO IS TRANZ THE FRAMMIS!" Oh, mimsy are the borogoves, And anams in the corsons grow, While golen wirtle, and hurkle ruddle, And gwik still fardle, funt and fupp. Gnurrs come from the voodwork out, And robots skren and varish, The Gostak distims the doshes, And malapeks are throdded. I have no hewtons, cafmors, kumps— Alas! I cannot limble; Of grulzaks, gleeps, and zwilniks I cannot even gimble! —By Roscoe's Tail LIMERICK BY FREDERICK COLE There was a weird creature named Stace Who dwelt outside of our space He could journey in time From his youth to his prime And his stockings curved back on his face.
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. . . . the anams in the corson grow . . . . by Charles Stuart Department of Extra-Terrestrial Zoology: Remember Gleeps? Gleeps was an unusual character; he haunted the spacelanes, drove planet hopping tourists mad, and generally made his presence felt in the most infuriating manner. Gleeps was never seen, and he assumed the form and shape of many objects to disguise himself. One of the standard System jokes was this futuristic parody of an old Joe Miller classic: Quetzl the Martian, met another Martian pal, Axltrkl, and said: Axy, who was that happy girl I saw you with last night?; to which Axy replied: that was no happy girl, that was Gleeps! I recall Gleeps at this moment, although he appeared in 1943 in an Astounding issue, because of the current series of tales in the new Boucher-McComas prozine. Sturgeon, Bretnor and Cartmill have added three important additions to the ETZ theme: the hurkle, the gnurr, and the golen. Hurkles are happy beasts, given to radiating their happiness in such a manner, and at such a frequency, that human beings in the vicinity are beleaguered with itching. Naturally, the hurkle is quite a motivating factor in interplanetary travel, with the aim being the putting of distance between the human race and the happy hurkle. Gnurrs, on the other hand, do not interfere with the race, but merely occupy our yesterdays when we move on to tomorrow or today. Gnurrs are avaricious, and they like nothing better than to go through the wildwood, so to speak, to eat in tomorrow rather than today. Golens are cuddly. You like to scratch their ears, and they bring out the mother instinct in you. Very, very cuddly. But they can limble, and wirtle, consequently, the golens are slightly dangerous to humankind. Golens have an appetite strongly attracted by "huge beasts", a rather strange specie of fauna which landed on their home planet, and destroyed their herds of domesticated animals. They replaced their supply by importing these "beasts", and in order to import them peacefully without objections from the importee, the golen made us of a stun gun. So, if a cuddly beast comes your way, watch him: the limling, and the wirtling, and the cuddling are but traps for the unwary! "—mimsy are the borogoves—" When Kuttner presented "Mimsy Were the Borogoves" in Astounding, he brought back into the focus of fans a little phrase which they heard in their ALICE IN WONDERLAND days. "Mimsy" was a classic, of both its days and of today. Since that time, no other author has seen fit to expound more upon the fascinating lines of "jabberwocky". After Dr. Breuer came a lapse of over a decade, until the time of "Mimsy", and after Kuttner came another decade, until the present. Theodore Sturgeon once more fell back upon Carrollian nonsense for "The Hurkle is a Happy Beast". A few examples are: ". . . . gwik still fardled, funted, and fupped. The great central hewton still beat out its mighty pulse, and in the anams the corsons grew. . . . " or "The kitten twitched its cafmors and ruddled its kump. . ." and, finally, ". . . and there wasn't a single, solitary malepek to be throdded anywhere . . ." More nonsense: Besides whole themes based on Carrollian jibberish, fantasy authors have employed little bits of it quite delightfully. For example, the already mentioned golen could limble and wirtle, and the hurkle could ruddle or throd, as the case might be. Co-incidentally, it is Kuttner again who provides the newest modern instance of nonsensical senses. In his popular and zany Gallagher series of Astounding, Kuttner had Gallagher build a rather complicated robot, whose inner workings were beautiful to behold, whose logical brain was a wondrous machine, whose physical sysmetry was the epitome of graciousness (or so Joe advocated). However, Joe was a can-opener. Despite the fact that such a complex organism was fitted to perform such an elementary operation. Joe could do things which humans found unable to perform. He could skrep, and he could varish. Skrenning and varishing have never withstood rigorous analysis, but the suspicion is rampart that these twin senses of Joe's are akin to the limble and wirtle senses of the golen. Until the day that both Joe and the golen are properly subjected to extensive examination, it is feared that the human race will have to forego the pleasures which Joe and the golen obviously partake through their abilities, stretching from skrenning and varishing on the humanoid-android level to the limbling and wirtling, disdimming, ruddling and throdding, fardling, funting and fupping of the extra-terrestrial level. Naturally, the elapsed time might be consumed by the cultivating of anams in the corsons, or the synthesization of hewtons, cafmors, kumps and malapeks, not to mention the eugenic development of gostaks and doshes. "ALL YOU DO IS TRANZ THE FRAMMIS!" Oh, mimsy are the borogoves, And anams in the corsons grow, While golen wirtle, and hurkle ruddle, And gwik still fardle, funt and fupp. Gnurrs come from the voodwork out, And robots skren and varish, The Gostak distims the doshes, And malapeks are throdded. I have no hewtons, cafmors, kumps— Alas! I cannot limble; Of grulzaks, gleeps, and zwilniks I cannot even gimble! —By Roscoe's Tail LIMERICK BY FREDERICK COLE There was a weird creature named Stace Who dwelt outside of our space He could journey in time From his youth to his prime And his stockings curved back on his face.
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