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SEPTEMBER 1, 1875 – MARCH 19, 1950

It’s nearly seven decades now
Since Ed gave up the ghost,
Some Tarzan tales were kept in print
But not the case for most.

G&D and Whitman
And the movies and the Dells
Kept Tarzan in the Fifties
From bidding his farewells.

But came the 1960s
Like the dawning of a day
And suddenly the logjam broke:
ERB’s books were back to stay.

The Burroughs Boom, they called it.
As titles hit the stands,
And those who'd never heard of ERB
Became the newest fans.

Canaveral and Ballantine
And Ace and Dover, too
Were churning out the volumes
With art that shone anew.

'Twas Krenkel and Frazetta,
 And Emsh and Powers came
With Ivie and with Crandall
And even Mahlon Blaine.

Issued and re-issued
And re-re-issued since
And now with P.O.D,
They'll ne'er be out of print.

Ol' ERB is gone and that's a fact,
But as we utter "darns,"
We know that in reality
He lives on through his yarns.


Photos from


Earth in the present in Burroughs' time
Had Tarzan roaming the Afro clime;
Earth in the future, in Burroughs' mind,
Had men from the Moon and a 30 line;

Earth in the past saw the Son of Nu,
Sticking a spear in ferocious Oo;
Apaches prowled the Sonoran hills,
But Carter was not among their kills;

Some lands teemed with forgotten beasts
Who hunted men to grace their feasts;
Monstrous Men in Earth's orient
Dogged a prof where'er he went;

Billy Byrne from Middle Earth
Was a brawler from his birth;
And Custer in Earth's mountains Black
Took the place of a maniac.

So Burroughs heroes, 'round the world,
Fought 'neath many flags unfurled,
And not the least of all there are:
The core of Earth: Pellucidar.

Unknown to men who live above,
The Inner World, a land to love,
Where hangs the ever noon-day sun,
A timeless world that cowards shun;

Its sailors never sail by stars;
Its beasts include fierce dinosaurs;
And quite by happenstance one day
Two outer crust men found their way

Down to Earth's fabled nether side,
Where they from henceforth would reside.
Now, let us seek this land, bizarre,
Let's go explore Pellucidar!
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Accessing Pellucidar:
A Pilgrimage to Pellucidar:
The Gilak's Guide to Pelllucidar
Al of ERB's Pellucdiar Books in ERB C.H.A.S.E.R.

Off-Site Reference
The Gilak's Guide to Pellucidar


Tarzan never bit the dust
But Tarzan bit some ants;
“They taste a bit like bacon,”
Said the ape-man, clad in pants.

His ally, George, asked, "Bacon?
“Don't you mean bacon bits?”
"No," said Tarzan, "Horta has
“A taste that never quits.”

"You oughta try some bits," said George,
"Just shake some on your food.
"Eating horta bacon raw is
“Dangerous and crude.”

"Try these," said Tarzan, holding out
A palm with scampering ants.
"All right," said George, reluctantly,
“I guess I'll take a chance.”

He deftly plucked a wiggling ant
And hollered, "Ant, ahoy!"
He swallowed, smiled and uttered,
“To me they taste like soy.”

"Bacon!" roared the ape-man;
"Soy!" George Williams swore;
"Oh, never mind," said Tarzan,
“We're hungry! Let's eat more.”

1. You, too, can enjoy black ants, just as Tarzan and George Washington Williams did in the jungle:
2. Not only are ants good eatin' but they also can keep you in stitches.


How could they ever make a film of Burroughs' Mars sensation?
How could they put "A Princess" on the screen?
Animation? Harryhauseuen? Superdynamation?
If 'twas to be believed, it must be seen.

Then came the great computer age with magic once unknown,
And movies now could showcase any story.
Then throw in Andrew Stanton with a vision of his own,
And now you have Barsoom in all it's glory:

The Civil War was over and John Carter was alone
So he thought he'd seek a mountain full of gold.
He heard the call, "Go West Young Man;" to do it he was prone,
And thought he'd better start 'ere he got old.

The local Seventh Cav'lry, though, had other plans for John
They thought he'd help them fight Apaches braves;
But they didn't ask politely and so John said, "I am gone!"
And wound up on a hillside full of caves.

Apaches chased him up the hill to run him to the ground,
But one cave's "welcome sign" was not inviting.
And as the Indians slunk away, John Carter looked around,
And learned the cave was actually quite exciting.

From out of nowhere there appeared a Thern -- with shaven head,
Who pulled a knife and started to attack;
But Carter turned and plugged the dude who tried, ere he was dead,
To use an amulet to take him back.

John Carter grabbed the amulet and held it in his hand;
Its power sent him shooting into space;
And just an instant later he alighted on the sand
Of an alien, exotic-looking place.

But when he stood and tried to walk he found, instead, he soared;
Each step sent him sprawling far and high.
But Carter caught on quick, and soon was skipping 'long the sward,
And almost thinking, "Look, Ma. I can fly!"

He leaped along until he found some incubating eggs,
And some were hatching in that lonely lair,
About that time some Tharks rode up on beasts that had eight legs,
And they were mighty irked to see him there.

The Tharks were mean and green and tall with two legs and four arms,
Twin tusks framing each side of their head.
Tal Hajus was the meanest one, setting off alarms;
His goal became to see John Carter dead.

But now that John could jump -- he did -- to keep from getting killed,
And John's leaps had them taken quite aback.
Their jeddak, one Tars Tarkas, thought the horde would be quite thrilled
To have a new recruit so skilled in "sak."

Using gestures, Tars made clear he'd like to know John's name
"John Carter of Virginia," he replied.
"Ah, Vorrrginia," Tarkas smiled, "Our thoats are very tame
“And one of them will take you for a ride.”

Tars Tarkas brought his captive home; the Tharks all gathered 'round,
To watch Vorrrginia's jumping exhibition
Instead, he sneered with twisted lips and spat upon the ground.
Tars Tarkas said, "This borders on sedition."

They sent Vorrrginia to their spa where he got soakin' wet,
And had a taste of "language" in the deal.
He got a guard named Woola, or perhaps 'twas just a pet,
Who stuck to him like mussels to a keel.

Meanwhile, in Helium, the jeddak, Tardos Mors, began
To tell his daughter, "'Tis your wedding day."
Dejah Thoris said she'd never marry cruel Sab Than;
He told his girl, "There is no other way."

Because the Therns had given Sab the powerful 9th ray,
With which he'd decimated Helium's fleet,
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Heliumites that day;
They gazed into the jaws of their defeat.

Zodanga was a predator, a city on the move,
But Dejah moved -- her marriage to postpone.
She caught a flight from Helium, her chances to improve;
Sab followed in an airship of his own.

Dejah soon became aware her trip would not end well,
As she was sent a hurtling toward the flat;
John Carter took a flying leap and caught her as she fell;
The chief Thern, Matai Shang, said, "Who is that?"

John Carter sought to save the gal from something worse than death
And battled with none other than Sab Than.
Ol' Sab was 'bout to swing his sword to cut off Carter's breath,
When all the Tharks said, "Hey. A Fight! C'mon!"

After Sab and men had fled, Tars turned on all his charm.
“You're ugly but you're beautiful, you guy,”
He named John "Dotar Sojat," which, in Thark, means "my right arm."
But which right arm? He didn't specify.

Now Dejah, she had seen John jump and thought her dad, the jed,
Could, for his men, this special skill acquire.
"Explain just how you do it! Name your price!" the lady said.
But John said, "Sorry gal, I'm not for hire."

John explained to Dejah that he'd really come from Earth.
She just smiled and said, "You mean Jasoom."
She used some rocks to represent the planets of their births,
“And what you say is Mars, we call Barsoom.”

John arose and looked into the nighttime sky above,
And in the midst of many brilliant stars,
There hung two moons as close as though they really were in love.
“Good God," remarked John Carter. "I'm on Mars.”

Dejah asked him how he ever crossed the span of space
She said that she was eager to discern.
He told her of the amulet, now held in Tars' embrace.
“An amulet?" she said. "Then you're a Thern!”

"I'm not a Thern, not Q, not Darth, and certainly not Ming,
"But I know you are steeped in Martian lore.
"So maybe you can help me learn just how to work that thing.
“And I'll go back to where I was before.”

They got the amulet from Tars and took off down the Iss,
To find the key to make that magic sound.
But Therns are everywhere, it seems, and they would be remiss,
If they didn't try to cut John Carter down.

John Carter fought Warhoons that day with Woola at his side
But soon their numbers had him pounded down.
But just about right then, a Martian flyer in did glide,
And carted Carter off to Sab Than's town.

John sat among Zodangan guards, then entered Kantos Kan,
Who bluffed his way to bust John Carter free.
"Now show me how you jump, or do you fly like Peter Pan?
“In either case, whate'er you do, take me!”

So John grabbed Kantos Kan and took a flying leap above;
They landed in the tow'r where Dejah stood.
"You'd better bow, John Carter," said the one who sought his love.
He did his best and Dejah called it good.

Dejah, in the wedding dress for nuptials to Sab Than,
Told John Carter how to get to Earth.
By then the guards were pounding on the door to beat the band.
“I love you, John," she said, "for what it's worth.”

The guards came pouring in the room, displaying all their clout,
And asked, 'O Princess Dejah, has he flown?'
"What do you mean," she said, "And who's this 'he' you're talking 'bout?
“There's no one here but me. I am alone.”

The fact that John had actually gone was hard for her to bear,
But Dejah grabbed Sab Than and said, "Let's go,
"I guess it's nearly time for me to step into your lair.
“So let's get on with this big wedding show.”

John, of course, was hiding there as rang the wedding bell,
And when they left he said a word like "dang."
Then springing out to lasso him with just a magic spell,
Was Mister Trouble, known as Matai Shang.

He led John Carter through the streets and happily told the plan:
How Dejah soon would be a murdered bride;
For after she and Sab were made a Martian wife and man,
Her hubby dear would make sure that she died.

The Thern, like villains everywhere, goofed up his master plan
By keeping John alive to hear him brag.
"You've no dog in this fight," he said, forgetting that the man
Did have a calot (but, no doggy bag).

For after John and Woola stood and fought the Warhoon horde,
Ol' Woola had remained upon his trail.
And now the beast came running like he'd gone out of his gourd,
And crumpled Matai Shang upon his tail.

The spell was broken; John was free; and on the hangar deck,
He learned to be a pilot in a jif;
Then off he shot to find the Tharks to give ol' Sab Than heck,
But would he be in time? A great big "if."

To his shock he found that Tars no longer was the boss.
Tal Hajus now was jeddak! (Carter cussed!)
The one-tusked green man bared his teeth (and, no, he didn't floss)
And said, "Our Issus truly loves the just!"

They threw John Carter in a cell with Tarkas, amid taunts,
Then put them in a super bowl on Mars;
Where does a big gorilla sleep? Anywhere it wants?
"Looks like we'll both find out," he said to Tars.

A huge white ape came roaring out to tear them both to bits;
John Carter had been chained unto a rock.
And then a second ape was loosed to rumble from the pits;
John Carter said, "It's way past time for talk."

With earthen muscles mightier in Barsoom's gravity,
John Carter swung the boulder by his chain;
He quickly gave one ape a brand new cranial cavity;
His sword became the other monster's bane.

"I claim the right of challenge," Carter shouted out to Tal,
“You have no right," he countered. "You're not Thark!”
“Oh yes he is," Tars Tarkas said. "He's Dotar Sojat, pal!”
That statement fanned a fire from just a spark.

The mighty nation of the Tharks then pledged a metal vow,
To help John Carter win the victory.
“Tharks sure didn't start this but we're going to end it now,”
Said John, "And now ya'll just follow me!"

The raucous horde on thund'ring thoats roared off to Sab Than's city
But found there was no wedding decor fluff.
The actual ceremony was in Helium -- a pity!
Tars couldn't help but give ol' John a cuff.

"I've got a plan," John Carter said. "We'll commandeer their birds,
“And take ourselves to Helium by air.”
"There's just one thing you need to know" -- Tars was quick with words:
"Tharks don't fly. So how we gettin' there?"

“You can ride your thoats, but I'm goin' yonder through the blue,”
John Carter hollered as he flew away.
He had to get to Helium before they said "I do,"
And break up Sab and Dejah's wedding day.

Beneath the pair of Martian moons, the priestess did her thing,
And uttered ancient words of matrimony.
On Mars a crystal goblet took the place of wedding ring,
And once imbibed it sealed the ceremony.

Dejah said, reluctantly, "I'm yours, I'll drink the brew."
But in flew Carter with his long sword drawn;
“Don't drink! It's all a trick! They're going to kill each one of you!”
That's all it took to turn the battle on.

Zodanga fought with Heliumites; weapons flashed and clashed;
Martian blood was mixed with wedding wine;
Sab Than saw John Carter and toward the Earthman dashed,
Crying out, "Back off! This one is mine!"

John Carter's long sword soon became a short sword, as Sab Than
Swung his blue ray weapon to and fro;
"It can't end like this," John thought. "This isn't what I planned!
“I've got to find a weakness in this foe.”

Zodanga, with the power of Therns, was kicking Helium's ass;
John Carter knew -- before long -- all could die.
But then the walls came tumbling down as aircraft crashed through glass;
This day on Barsoom Tharks had learned to fly.

With Tharks aligned on Helium's side the tide began to turn
The Therns could see the writing on the wall.
So Matai Shang unleashed the ray to give Sab Than a burn,
Then Mr. Shang joined in the free-for-all.

He had to get the amulet, or at least die trying,
He changed his shape to Dejah, then to John;
He tried to fool Tars Tarkas but the green man wasn't buying;
Tars swung his sword -- but Matai Shang was gone!

"The battle's o'er," Tars Tarkas called; "Zondanga knows defeat;
“We've beat them, and our victory is here.”
"Just one more thing," John Carter said, as Dejah came, so sweet;
The Earthman kissed his Martian Princess dear.

"Would a princess of Barsoom consider me?" he posed;
"Yes, John Carter, yes," her highness said.
'Twas time to do a ritual that would come off unopposed,
As Earthman and Barsoomian were wed.

The Martian moons were mingling beams as in the stadium,
Tardos Mors declared them man and wife.
Fortunes were reversed for them and all of Helium
As they started an exhilarating life.

But neither knew their time was short on this their wedding night;
Though they enjoyed a time of love and mirth.
'Cause Matai Shang was not a gracious loser, so for spite,
He used his pow'r to send John back to Earth.

For ten long years John spent his gold and searched throughout the lands
To snatch an amulet from off a Thern.
Then finally he pulled a bluff to get one in his hands
At last! He had the power to return!

Ed Burroughs stood and listened to his Uncle Jack recite:
“Och ohem och tay wyees"...and then, "Barsoom.”
He seemed to hear a woman's voice and saw a flash of light,
And heard a quick and far-out sonic boom.

We know for sure John Carter was translated to Barsoom;
We know he found his Princess once again;
We know that further battles with the Therns, et al, did loom;.
We know -- but will we see? -- and where and when?
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In 1968, Fantastic magazine published Charles Tanner's “The Princess of Mars,”
a takeoff on “A Princess of Mars” by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
It's an enjoyable read as it tells the story of John Carter and Dejah Thoris in lines of rhymes.
Now that the story of John Carter has been retold by Andrew Stanton, Tanner's effort of yore
inspired me to try my own hand at telling a John Carter story in rhyme, based on the movie rather than on the book.
Tanner's original work is in ERBzine 0002, along with other Martian poems:

My first version of John Carter, Stanton Style appeared in the Winter 2013 edition of ERBapa.
The version above is an improvement, with addition of a few additional verses and the tweaking of several lines in the poem.
This poem was previously featured in ERBzine 4131


Edgar Rice Burroughs spent quite a few years
Writing great tales of Barsoom:
Princess and Warlord and Synthetic Men
And Chessmen and guys from Sasoom.

Each cover attracted the reader's attention
With prominent mention of "Mars."
Although when he titled "Llana of Gathol,"
He did it without any R's.

So Edgar could peddle his Red Planet tales
Without actually using its name;
Just titling the book with the name of a town
And its princess, a feisty red dame.

Yes, Burroughs could title 'em Gathol, or Mars,
To sell us the stories we love.
But he never was able to market a title
Without that two-letter word: "of."

In an alternative universe, it might have happened this way...

 David was a miner; he hunted for king coal,
 And digging it was how he piled cash onto his roll.
 But coal dust hit his nostrils, when wafted by a breeze,
 And wasn't long 'til he was struck with deadly lung disease.

Dr. Abner Perry had exhausted every test
 To try to find a cure for the clogging in his chest.
 He finally ordered therapy within an iron lung,
 And told him he might have a chance because he was so young.

"You need a change of climate," the doctor said to him,
 "You need to go where air is clear for vigor and for vim.
 "That iron lung is good for now, but I will make you whole,
 “By giving you a ride in my new-fangled iron mole.”

We'll run the thing into the ground because I've heard the earth
 Comes with a hollow center where we'll get our money's worth.
 We'll see things that no upper cruster dweller's ever seen;
 And breathe in unpolluted air to make your insides clean.

They got inside the iron mole and fastened safety belts,
 David looking forward to acquiring tarag pelts,
 Living as a caveman, and meeting gorgeous gals,
 Hanging out with other guys who'd be his hunting pals.

He chanced to meet a pretty lass whose name was Jubalee,
 Menaced by an ugly villain named Die Anthony.
 He told his foe, "Die, Anthony!" and slugged him with his fist,
 And Jubalee became his bride; this gal could not resist.

The clean air of the inner world met David's every need,
 The black coal dust within his lungs no longer did impede.
 "I like it in Pellucidar, and though I'm just a temp,
 “I think I'll stick around and don the new clothes of the Emp.”

Because it was a greenhouse, the balance in the weather
 Let Jubalee and David frolic in the altogether.
 And since the sun up in the sky was always fixed at noon,
 Their lived for every moment of eternal honeymoon

Now if you get an illness that the docs up here can't cure,
 Just travel to Pellucidar where all the air is pure.
 You'll live a long and happy life without a single snag,
 Unless of course you happen to get trampled by a thag.

ERBzine 0431: Pellucidar Gallery IV
15 Illustrations from
At The Earth's Core


He read the little bugs upon the pages of the books,
And thus his learning got an early start;
He figured out his ABCs and soon was reading words,
And 'fore too long the orphan boy was smart.

He read a book that told him things the British folk held dear,
And one of them was love for one's own mum.
In fact, on Mothering Sunday, British kids would visit her,
And have a little pudding made of plum.

So Tarzan went and gathered up some beetles and some grubs,
And picked some fruit he found along the way,
And dropped them into Kala's lap and hugged her hairy head,
And told his mommy: "Happy Mothers Day!"

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