Title | Fritz Leiber's speech for Seacon '79 |
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Description | A speech presented by Fritz Leiber to Seacon '79. |
Donor | Leiber, Fritz; Leiber, Justin |
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Language | English |
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Original Item Location | ID 1984-003, Box 57, Folder 30 |
ArchivesSpace URI | /repositories/2/archival_objects/5302 |
Original Collection | Fritz Leiber Papers |
Digital Collection | Fritz Leiber Science Fiction & Fantasy Convention Flyers & Programs |
Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/1984_003 |
Repository | Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries |
Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/special-collections |
Use and Reproduction | In Copyright |
File Name | index.cpd |
Title | Page 14, front |
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File Name | uhlib_1984_003_b057_f030_069_027.jpg |
Transcript | 14 artist do that. Then have an author write a story around it — and incidentally explain fully whatever horrendous things are going on in the picture. Authors are supposed to be resourceful and imaginative, aren't they? From Cele Goldsmith I received at various times without warning in the mall the following pictures: 1. a satanic-looking chap in a botanic laboratory gloats over a potted plant in the midst of whose bloom a tiny woman is growing with hair like cornsilk; 2. a similar customer, bald,regards a cushioned hot plate on which a large egg is hatching; from a crack in the egg protrudes a clawed animal foot; the foot and claws are blue; 3* In the foreground two men and a woman look up concernedly; overhead is the moon, zoomed close so we can see her craters; the moon appears to be exploding; big chunks are coming out; 4. A giant two-headed serpent rears from the sea; riding the smaller head is a mahout with a bull- prod; he wears a spacesult colored orange, purple and red; in the background a small black vessel hovers above the waves; 5* A tarbooshed Arab loiters with a broom before a curio shop; within hangs a golden cage, inside which sits a slave girl; a yashmak conceals her face save for her urgent, enigmatic eyes. I do not know what other men might do faced by these prodigies, these bolts from the blue post office. |