Starcruiser

STARCRUISER--M. Moorcock


I'll never forget the first Starcruiser I saw
Moving alongside but well spaced out
She was looking for me so I went aboard
It was dark in her hold and almost as cold
As the infinite vacuum itself
We set off in space at a moderate rate,
going faster than light but not worried
I wondered a mite 'bout my forthcoming fate
She was pulsing out fire, while her gauges read higher
Than anything I could believe in.

[chorus]
She was a Starcruser, Star Starcruiser
Starcruiser, Star Starcruiser
She was a mean Starcruiser
And she was cruising me.

She was burning me up and squeezing me out
While the universe grew all around us
My eyes filled with silver, there was gold in my mouth
I longed for a drink, I just couldn't think
And the speed, it got faster and faster.
We arrived at her base and she showed me her face
Just a glimpse for a second, and it downed me
I was really knocked out by her sweet ruthless grace
I saw my fate written there, but by now did not care
I was loyal, I loved her, I signed on.

[repeat chorus]

I flew with the cruiser for almost a year
My mind it had melted and changed so
I had blown out my circuits, I'd gone out of gear
I was hers all that time, so strange were her crimes
Even now I dare not recall them.
Starcruisers are bright, and they light up the night
And their style it is clean and it thrills you
They are cool at the kill, you can't keep them in sight
They will burn out your drive and they'll drain off your life
And they won't even know they have done it.

Starcruiser, Star Starcruiser
Starcruiser, Star Starcruiser
Starcruiser, Star Starcruiser
Starcruiser, Star Starcruiser
She was a mean Starcruiser
And she was cruising me.


(Outras canções de Moorcock and Deep Six: Octopus, Dodgem Dude, Candy Floss Cowboy. Fonte imagens: Uma entrevista em duas partes com Moorcock)

Black Corridor

(Via Wikipedia: The Black Corridor is a science fiction novel by Michael Moorcock, published in 1969, first by Ace Books in the USA, as part of their Ace Science Fiction Specials series, and later by Mayflower Books in the UK.

It is essentially a novel about the decay of society and the deep personal and social isolation this has caused, and tells of a man fleeing through interstellar space from Earth, where civilisation is collapsing into anarchy and wars. The author uses techniques ranging from straight narrative to entries in the spaceship's log, dream sequences and sixties-style computer printouts.)


(Hawkwind)


Space is infinite, it is dark
Space is neutral, it is cold
Stars occupy minute areas of space
They are clustered a few billion here
And a few billion there
As if seeking consolation in numbers
Space does not care, space does not threaten
Space does not comfort
It does not speak, it does not wake
It does not dream
It does not know, it does not fear
It does not love, it does not hate
It does not encourage any of these qualities
Space cannot be measured, it cannot be
angered, it cannot be placated
It cannot be summed up, space is there
Space is not large and it is not small
It does not live and it does not die
It does not offer truth and neither does it lie
Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact
Space is the absence of time and of matter


(Esta letra cita trechos do livro de Moorcock)

Sonic Attack de Michael Moorcock

Michael Moorcock é um grande escritor inglês voltado principalmente à literatura fantástica. Também já atuou como editor, jornalista, crítico, compositor e músico. Segundo a Wikipedia, ajudou a fomentar a ficção científica "New Wave" durante os anos 70. Desconheço publicações de suas obras aqui no Brasil. Apenas indiretamente através de adaptações de suas obras por minisséries em quadrinhos como Elric de Melniboné (Chamar de anti-Conan é um resumo empobrecedor... Mas não deixa de ser verdade.). Em Portugal, foi e é publicado regularmente.

Por exemplo, "Eis o homem": um pré-"Operação Cavalo de Troia", mas muitíssimo superior: ao mesmo tempo, subversivo e respeitoso, novela ganhadora do Nebula de 1967 saiu na "terrinha" pela editora "Saída de Emergência".

Deste site, extraí as seguintes linhas: "(...) no Reino Unido ele alcançou a proeminência enquanto escritor literário, com livros como Eis o Homem e The Final Programme a serem acolhidos como trabalho não tipificado. Romances como "The Cornelius Quartet", "Mother London", "King of the City" e "The Pyat Quartet" trouxeram-lhe renome entre os críticos de publicações como The Times Literary Supplement e The London Review of Books, passando a ser considerado como um dos grandes romancistas literários contemporâneos."

...


Michael Moorcock também atuou na área da música de formas diferentes. Nesta postagem, vamos ver sua colaboração com a banda britânica "Hawkwind", com a letra de "Sonic Attack", uma "recomendação pública" de como agir no caso de um "Ataque Sonoro":



In case of Sonic Attack on your district, follow these rules..... If you are making love it is imperative to bring all bodies to orgasm simultaeneously Do not waste time blocking your ears. Do not waste time seeking a soundproof shelter. Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible, but do not panic..... Use your wheels. It is what they are for. Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons, which should be left if possible, in a shelter. Do not attempt to use your own limbs. If no wheels are available, metal, not organic, limbs should be employed whenever practical..... Remember, in the case of Sonic Attack, Survival does mean every man for himself. Statistically more people survive if they think only of themselves.
Do not attempt to rescue friends, relatives, or loved ones.
You have only a few seconds to escape.
Use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die.
Do not panic.
Think only of yourselves....
These are the first signs of Sonic Attack: You will notice small objects, such as ornaments, oscillating. You will notice a vibration in your vertebrae. You will hear a distand hissing in your ears. You will feel dizzy. You will feel the need to vomit. There will be bleeding from orifices. There will be an ache in the pelvic region. You may be subject to fits of hysterical shouting, or even laughter. These are all sign of imminent Sonic destruction. Your only real protection is flight. If you are less than ten years old, then remain in your shelter and use your cocoon. But remember: You can help no-one else, No-one lese, No-one else......



(A imagem leva a um site com alguns quadrinhos clássicos de ficção científica, como Planeta dos Macacos e Senhor das Estrelas)

Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!!

Nobel? Pulitzer? Hugo? Nebula? Jabuti? Que nada! O negócio é virar música do Bloodhag!

Bloodhag foi uma banda de deathmetal norte-americana cujas letras das canções fazem referências a grandes escritores de fantasia, horror e ficção científica. Segundo o Wikipedia, encerrou suas atividades este ano.

Seguem algumas das letras que encontrei:


Arthur C. Clarke

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!
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 SF!! ...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 SF!! ...Hey!!


Isaac Asimov

In '41 fandom was young, and Asimov's name was on every 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!
Psycho-historian, prophetic creation
Mule had to go and fuck up the equation
That's what you get when you make a sport of mutation!


Ray Bradbury

You did pretty good for never having gone to college Ray...
But when I saw you on TV I felt you owed me an apology!
But not for..
Farenheit 451!
Not for...
Something Wicked This Way Comes!
Not for...
Golden Apples of the Sun!
Not for...
Martian Chronicles, Book One!

Michael Moorcock

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!


(E mais um link para Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Perdi a fonte da Imagem. Sorry)


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