I'm interested, Cap'n. Fire away!
Judy
----- Original Message -----
From: "S. K. Kelen" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, September 27, 2005 7:17 PM
Subject: Re: Vale Maxwell Smart (Don Adams)
> Thanks Judy,
>
> Call me Steve or Captain. 'S.K.' is just a signature. I have a slightly
> more final version of 'Ode to Agent Eighty-six' if you're interested...
>
> Cap'n
>>
>> Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2005 22:57:15 -0400
>> From: judy prince <[log in to unmask]>
>> Subject: Re: Vale Maxwell Smart (Don Adams)
>>
>> Shall I call you S.K.?
>>
>> Thank you for the wonderful tribute to Don Adams and an era hidden in
>> cod=
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>> that have carried forward so that now we can blast them from every
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>> handle and talking shoe.
>>
>> I sometimes think that each Madison Avenue adwriter, each television=20
>> scriptwriter and each suburban husband knew what our sons who read
>> sci-fi=
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>> novels, stock market reports and election returns know.
>>
>> And I pray steadily that the generations join---those with time retired
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>> those with quicker strength and quiet brilliance---to fight all these
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>> Battles for the sake of our sad and hopeful world.
>>
>> Thanks for the tribute to Don,
>>
>> Judy
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----=20
>> From: "S. K. Kelen" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Monday, September 26, 2005 10:33 PM
>> Subject: [POETRYETC] Vale Maxwell Smart (Don Adams)
>>
>>
>> Ode to Agent Eighty-six
>>
>> The schoolbus almost stops &
>> Literacy=B9s uniformed supplicants
>> leap to the footpath, as big brother drives home
>> from the 8 am shift in time for toast and tinnies.
>> Surfers rush in from the sea, screen doors slam.
>> The TV switches on, the dial clicks to 7
>> a dot swells to a blue screen & colours: the grey
>> Washington sky settles over a city of monuments
>> and intrigue. A red convertible pulls up as it has
>> every weekday for fifteen years and Agent 86=8B
>> Maxwell Smart=8Bjumps out, makes a call in a phonebooth
>> drops underground walks through a hall of
>> opening and slamming doors into the heart of Control.
>> After his tie and jacket are chewed up by the Univac
>> computer=8BSorry about that=8B Max insists
>> the Chief use the Cone of Silence
>> to discuss issues of national security.
>> Later in the day, standing at a newspaper stand
>> his shoe rings and he answers it but noticing
>> suspicious activity...=8CI=B9ll call you later, Chief,=B9
>> he says to the shoe and exchanges information
>> with an agent stationed inside a mailbox. Now he=B9s
>> driving beyond the city limits to a recently built
>> Control ghost town where two robots
>> battle for good and evil =AD control and kaos =AD
>> while in the city=B9s seamy underbelly
>> a man-ape slips off Radio Tower
>> emitting a recorded Tarzan call.
>> Sunset: a meeting with the enemy
>> to ensure Kaos and Control=B9s mutual survival so
>> they can go on fighting each other. There=B9s sexy,
>> sultry Agent 99 who loves and wants to marry Max
>> and each time the game is up, (water rising,
>> walls and spikes closing in) they nearly kiss
>> but Escape or Rescue stupidly intervene
>> and their love is kept on hold until the last series.
>> =8CIf only he=B9d used his genius for goodness
>> instead of evil=B9, Max shakes his head the umpteenth
>> time at another vanquished villain the Chief
>> and Laraby book and escort to headquarters.
>> The credits come down, Smart walks into a door.
>> Go Max go! the afternoon viewers cheer
>> from loungerooms in the Free World=B9s suburbs
>> he helps keep free with laughter
>>
>>
>>
>> S. K. KE
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