The Cyclops from Nathan Juran's 1958 epic "The 7th Voyage of Sinbad."
Ray Harryhausen's creature designs and effects for "The 7th Voyage of Sinbad" set my young mind on fire, and started me off on what I had hoped would be a life long career in animation, but sadly that wasn't meant to be.
The Cyclops is the first of many Harryhausen creatures I'm sure I will be doing.
I'd like to dedicate today's post to the memory of a dear family friend, Captain Jim Warmouth. I have no doubt that had he been born a thousand years ago his sea stories would be that of legend and we all would have grown up watching films of his adventures.
James E. Warmouth
1949 — 2006
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.-Walt Whitman
