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Art: Chamber Music Society of Deneb by Ed Emshwiller.
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tomoleary · 7 months
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Wally Wood "The Age of the Pussyfoot" by Frederick Pohl Galaxy Science Fiction Magazine February 1966 Illustration Original Art (Galaxy, 1966)
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humanoidhistory · 4 months
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Ed Emshwiller's Christmas cover art for Galaxy Science Fiction, December 1953.
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gameraboy2 · 1 year
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"The Shaker Revival" Galaxy Magazine, February 1970 Cover by Jack Gaughan
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Illustrations by Emsh (Ed Emshwiller) for Alfred Bester's The Stars My Destination. Galaxy Magazine, December 1956.
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thehauntedrocket · 9 days
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Under Old Earth
Art by Virgil Finlay
Galaxy Magazine (Feb1966)
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thefugitivesaint · 8 months
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Jack Gaughan (1930-1985), ''Galaxy'', Vol. 29, #5, 1970 Source
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Galaxy Science Fiction, September 1954. Cover illustration by Ed Emshwiller, "Emsh".
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𝔊𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔵𝔶 𝔖𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, յգՏշ 𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔈𝔡 𝔈𝔪𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯
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oakendesk · 6 months
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Galaxy Science Fiction Sep 1955
Edmund Emshwiller
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diabolikdiabolik · 4 months
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Merry Christmas wherever you are in the galaxy!
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+ ‘gordian knot’ by noriyoshi ohrai
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regionbetween · 10 months
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excerpt from harlan ellison's "the region between", published in GALAXY march 1970
The universe moves toward godhood. It started there and it wishes to return there. It is driven around in the greatest circle toward there. Godness lies dormant yet remembered in every thing, every smallest thing, in every puniest creature. Every living thing must, of needs, play at godness. It is built in. In the basic fiber, in the racial memory, in the pulse of blood or thought they remember all the way back to when there was nothing. Yet none of them are God. Thus it becomes a universe of things struggling ineptly toward a destiny they cannot even fathom, struggling impossibly to be God: a universe of manipulators, of users, of petty handlers who push and shove lesser, less god-driven races around in alien patterns, forcing them to dance to tunes they never knew, can barely comprehend, in pain and hopelessness, deprived of light or joy. From the sleaziest legislators of ethic and fashion and morality to the greatest pawn-movers of entire cosmic races, everything, everyone, scrabbles blindly toward the memory of when it was once god-blooded. All things try to govern the lives of all other things. And in turn, those Gods are used by other Gods. And those Gods are manipulated by greater Gods. And on and on. Domino ranks of puppet masters, to infinity and beyond. It is a universe of mad deities, one more selfish and corrupt than the one that went before. For none of them are God, they are merely circular pieces of the all-memory of what was godness at the beginning. Latent in the "soul" of what had been "Bailey" was the force that had first created everything. It had always been there, waiting its time, waiting to emerge and finish what it had started. Buried, sleeping, handed down through the unimaginable eons in plant, stone, fish, cloud, vehicle, Bailey. First cause? Perhaps. God? Perhaps. Any name will suffice. For if that force be God, then the bitter cynicism of the atheist is valid, for the God that was Bailey was insane, completely and eternally deranged, who but a madman would create all of everything then bury itself dormant and slumbering; a madman buried in an eternal "soul" passed down through decaying time. Buried here and there and everywhere yet struggling to be reborn by a pressure of equalization, a necessity for balance in something even as a lunatic as the mad world created by a mad God. But now, freed, like an evil genie from a bottle, the force that was God awoke...
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fishstickmonkey · 3 months
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The October 1962 issue of Galaxy Science Fiction. Cordwainer Smith's novelette The Ballad of Lost C'Mell was the cover story. Artwork by Virgil Finlay.
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"This is My Country" Galaxy Magazine, February 1971 Cover by Jack Gaughan
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etakeh · 4 months
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Inspired by this post of Galaxy Digest Santa-themed covers, I thought Golly, I should go through my collection of random SF&F digests and see what they've done in the past!
I was disappointed. Nothing remotely Christmas on any of the Fantasy & Science Fiction Digest covers. I mean, I could reach a little.
These look somewhat cold?
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This one kind of looks like a ghost...of Christmas future? (yeah I know it's more like present at this point)
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I was disappointed to say the least. Then I realized that January issues probably came out in December, and went back through.
Look, a grandma-lady with a pie. What could be more "holiday".
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I was about to give up, then I found this.
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That's it. That's the only one. It doesn't seem to be related to any of the stories on the cover, I checked.
My collection isn't complete, there are missing issues throughout, but it does go back to the 50s. This one is from 1961/62
Bonus though. I thought I'd go through all of my other assorted similar digests - I've got some Analog, Asimov's SF magazine, Science Fiction Adventures, Amazing Stories, Thrilling SF, Worlds of Tomorrow...nothing.
and you know what?
Fantastic Stories was just trolling.
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So I guess they're going the whole "Science doesn't believe in Santa" route.
Too bad, it could have been fun.
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