Thank you and God speed Arthur, you will be missed.

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Science fiction writer Sir Arthur C Clarke has died aged 90 in his adopted home of Sri Lanka, it was confirmed tonight.

Clarke, who had battled debilitating post-polio syndrome since the 1960s and sometimes used a wheelchair, died at 1:30 a.m. after suffering breathing problems, aide Rohan De Silva said.

The visionary author of over 100 books, who predicted the existance of satellites, was most famous for his novel 2001: A Space Odyssey, and for his collaboration with director Stanley Kubrick on the film of the same name

He was also credited with the concept of communications satellites in 1945, decades before they became a reality.

Clarke was the last surviving member of what was sometimes known as the "Big Three" of science fiction alongside Robert A. Heinlein and Isaac Asimov.

So sad JanZ..

A great futurist gone into his unknown..God welcome him ..this man who had faith in communications as the nerve ganglias for peace..His global, universal heart and vision have done much work for us..Thank you Arthur.
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(Actually, that was Bradbury, whom, to my knowledge is still alive.)

Clarke wasn't my favorite (nor for that matter were Asimov and Heinlein), but it's a loss nonetheless.

It was Walt Whitman who wrote "I Sing the Body Electric" Partial post of the poem below, link here: <link>

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

19. I Sing the Body Electric

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I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul. Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves; 5 And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? And if the body does not do as much as the Soul? And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?

While that's all quite true, I Sing The Body Electric is also a short story (and short story collection) by Ray Bradbury.

Safe to say he's closer to Clarke than Whitman is, and both, I think, are nearer to this silly theme I'm wanking on.

(Even if I've never been tempted to read on, Whitman could really get a rhythm going, couldn't he?)

Oh, I know Bradbury's short story but the title was influenced by Whitman. *shrug* Also, the poem is aprpos for the occasion of Clark's passing.

Poetry doesn't have to have rhythm.

Most of mine is free form or prose.

It looks like an accurate bibliography of Clarke's is needed here. From Wikipedia..his bio, books, awards and more..
://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthu­r_C._Clarkehttp
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