March 28th, 2011

Anything Technological

Anything that looks technological goes down without difficulty with modern man” quips This Owl quoting Carl Jung. A proverbial pat on the back for Jung from a parliamentary member praised by the psychiatrist previously for (This Owl’s) attending to quasi-spiritual incidents involving bronze statues, actual nests and other acausal convergences.

However, I report tonight on sightings not to commend This Owl, per se, but to reveal from a perspective awry what many have pieced together by their own fleshy faculties. The most enchanting machine, droning onward and above, is matched by a parallel dementia owned by the mad science, not ficto-quizzical milieu (as if such factions were so acutely addressable!)

Eager to amass empathetic leads, this monstrosity of modern technology is not unlike the efforts of certain lab rats to “learn” scientists towards less sadistic experiments in times past:

January 14th, 2011

New Energy Alchemy

Pardon if our type is coarse, we’ve been screaming for a decade, with an unexpected collimation. Not that you’ve heard, only so much denunciation one can take before the earlids close up tighter than a hipsters mind…er…err…error…racial slurs are computable but cultural slurs are fuzzy at best…. a primal yell can’t reveal that the NEA got us down. How in the hell do they expect to succeed with that pre-enlightenment mindset?  The work hard hardly works, yet the timetable feels right.  If only the creative chemistry wizards could pile up the copper and get the Led out in true Platonic Forms, yet thecan provide but a hope, false all be it, to a land where the colors could be licked to feel the glocal anesthesia, and forge a newly Earthian core. Hug the specters of disappointment, futility, blasphemy, for this will be on third mind’s eye as soon as the code is cracked.  Until then, we bellow.


December 20th, 2010

Retrograde Prophecy: Vamplers Afoot!

As to the vampling that was afoot in the eve of nighttime last, forecasts were few and far between as to the arrival of this event-scene.  In review: Vamplers themselves assumed the heterotopian familiar of the reflection—a site of resistance or contestational camoflage that boggles the brain of old-school vampires and their ilk as much as it contends with would be captors!

It is a sad state of affairs, a “sign of the times,” that even our most intrepid augurs, divination rods, omens, oracles and forecasts were hushed. And so we offer, albeit with much reddening of our facial regions, a retrograde prophecy:  Amidst a dionysian videodrome populated by those attuned and within the Portland Metro Area of the local group, an unfettered unfurling of free-floating pixels.  Of beams brought on one’s own to inhabit in spectral pallor the parlor known as New American Art Union.

To humanoids fumbling for a suitable reference, the event-scene was whispered as something of a “photo booth.”  Emphasis, mine, then, on “john wilkes,” and the assassinations of character  inflicted in textbook vampler tradition—-sweet talking the vampling in waiting, then subjecting said vampling to the process of any old vampire’s scheme: vidsonic nutrients ripped out of context and left adrift—like derelict data bodies who then wander the walls of this and that establishment.

In ficto-quizzical quarters, vampladelia, or, vampling used to engender a psychedelic affect, is metaphorically speaking, a black box device, system or object which can be viewed solely in terms of its input, output and transfer characteristics without any knowledge of its internal workings.  Being liminal has also been– of late– the favored geo-political posture of interactors found lurking in the outer regions of mankind’s information ecosystems.

Call it interactive decay —-a process by which an unstable liminoid loses energy by emitting compromising articles. The emission is spontaneous, in that the decay is emergent even without collision with another article.  Post collision and collusion: The mental maw of many netizens is lockjawed: nibbling news where once there was gluttony, haphazardly patching up leaks with Pentagon Papers. Factoids protruding from these neutered networks much like parts of a corpse will protrude from an ill-made grave.

October 1st, 2010

All to be Squashed: Portland Earth!

Related less to the sport of tennis, more to the implosion of time and space, and emergent in the interstice of summer and fall.  The predictions of impending “Summer Squash“  on 9 October, 2010—promise a veritable “Goldilock Planet’s” worth of sensory impacts, served up ‘just right’  by Weird Fiction and other humanoid cultural producers under the auspices of Grand Detour and under the costumes (literally) of Hollywood Vintage.  So say the superstitious call signs crafted in crop circles and spelling out as follows:

September 29th, 2010

Day For Night

Neither romantic nor friendly, former TV personality turned scotological extremist, Desmond Mawk frowns upon even the tiniest of phosphorescent creatures, muttering often about paradisical islands so light deprived as to be invisible, “hidden just so” or “blessed by that most chiascuro of fogs.” All told, Mawk finds the cities that never sleep are guilty of much,  including complicity in the contemporary climate of “fun in the midnight sun.” A nocturnalist, in Mawk’s self-aggrandizing doublespeak, he mutters again.  This time of the cinematic whimsies from his youth, of a time when shooting “day for night” was a problem puzzled in the wake of poorly planned film shoots, only.

Nocturnalism, a euphismistic counter point to the term “Scotological Extremism,” is concerning the interference of day for night in a broad context, and defended or motivated by a claim that sleep/wake cycles would be better served with diminished rather than augmented lucidities. The call of nocturnalism arises with respect to deregulation of light in many forms.

At the ficto-quizzical level it raises questions of how scotological extremists should be treated when they are less than fully rational.

WEIRD FICTION : Invading Mankind's Information Ecosystems