Spockanalia #1: To a Vulcan
By Sherna Comerford
Art by Dick Flood
To a Vulcan
by Sherna Comerford
There is a sharing of self, Reaching… Taking… Joining… Love.
There is understanding, and quiet pride. Wild, passionate shouting. A seeking and a growing. Life, and a purpose in living.
There is sorrow and pain. A drawing in, Weeping, An agony, Despair. Sometimes there is death.
I weep for you. You will not weep for yourself. You know sorrow, have known love, And deny it. Is life worth this price? A man-machine would pay no price. Would die. What logic bids you live?
Note: With the help and guidance of Open Doors, we digitized the first volume of Spockanalia and imported it to AO3, which you can view here. In order to meet AO3's terms of service, some of the content was edited or removed. The full version of the zine is preserved on this blog. The masterpost is here.
