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Arthur C. Clarke
Is this just a myth? Consciousness existsBecause of this monolithic obelisk genesisRewrite the ironic bit. His literary gift's eclipsedBy Kubrick and a Script, but undiminished by it!Matters of security, he wasn't kept in the darkFor his help in the direction and perfection of radarNow his life's one long weekend he's only speakin' in Sri LankaNobody parts the sea or starts an odyssey like Arthur C. Clarke!Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!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 MarsThen when we touch the monolith-Then we see the truth: Oh my God. It's full of stars!It's full of stars!Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!Hey!! From Letras Mania