Dear Editor:
I dedicate this poem to Alvin Yellon, whose complaint was printed in ACTION # 389. I say this to the Alvin Yellons of comicdom-- if you are not a master of the written word, or a great literary critic who can point out obscure parallels or do detailed character analyses: and if you do not have Paul Seydor's discerning eye and are not scientifically inclined-- try something trivial like this:
- A pox on Martin Pasko,
A plague on Irene V.
And fie to all the other fans
More fortunate than me!
Thus readers rant a million ways
O'er fruitless hours of writing praise
In deathless prose and deathless verse,
At times verbose and sometimes terse.
Suppose the reader knocks the tale
And says the artwork was too stale?
Or if not, what else might be wrong--
Was the story too short? Or too long?
Yes, that just might be the key
To critical success for me!
And so, once more to pen and paper
To criticize each startling caper
Of daring men and super-creatures,
Aliens, spirits, other features.
But hapless writers, don't lose heart
If pearls of wisdom you'd impart
Are deemed to dull by guys and dolls
Who cull comments for lettercols.
No hard names should you others call,
Patience and work will conquer all.
Better luck next time.
-- Arlene Lo, Plainsview, NY
Well, your idea worked for you, Arlene.
And the name of the game is Imagination !
-- Editor.