(((WFT))) prophecied to plumb possibility spaces in the cataclysmic clublanding of Branx, on the eve of 7 July this very year!
Manifesting there to authorize structural adjustments and nit-pick networks of cultural artifacts native to weird fictional frequencies
Or, in other words, fleshy minded mammals can expect the unexpected, albeit bearing an uncanny safety net in knowing that it will be a real-time rendezvous within synth addled ficto-quizzical forays.
Dear fleshy minded mammals; (((WFT))), as you may know, has granted permission–or rather gave me a cosmically indifferent shrug when asked about permission— to move forward with research into imaging the Polterzeitgeist. To be precise, this will be an i-Maging, or iMaging of the Polterzeitgeist. Operating in conjunction with Irving Bleak and the distributed bodies of multiple tele-agents, our technical preview of iMage unfurling in the forestal abysms of Eugene, Earth this Saturday evening.
It is rumored that a second deployment of the iMage will be manifesting circa Portland, Earth in coming weeks. More to be announced on that front.
At any rate, paranormal mechanisms in tow, the iMage attempts to triangulate the epicenter of the Polterzeitgeist, then saturates that field with billions and billions of ghost queries, in hopes that one or more of these derelict data projectiles will compel the Polterzeitgeist to emerge.
Not unlike finding a needle in a haystack, excepting that this hertzian haystack is filled with all manner of needles, and so it may take some finesse to hone in on the Polterzeitgeist proper. The included pictures are redolent of Polterzeitgeist phenomena and in fact are the fascinating results of alpha-phase testing.
Redshift
Communications, love, and existing in an era.
April 30th and May 1, 8pm
Conundrums of communication emerge across towns, time and space. From cave-dwelling Quakers, grunge lovers in New Jersey to galactic beings in an ever expanding Universe, the prospect of exchange is obstructed by distances real and imagined.
Cross wiring chasms from the cinematic, literary and theatrical; in alliance with Future Death Toll and Erik Bader, messages will be mixed and echoes mistaken half-knowingly as correspondence from afar.
Cryogenic keepings of frozen forecasts have been inadvertently thawed, revealing a sort of disheveled map. Within this info-graphic array— the dizzying spell of winged migrations that will befall (((WFT))) in coming weeks–is foretold! Hurtling this ficto-quizzical milieu will be, in varied trajectories. Weird Fiction will be transported to the nethermost craters of the Willamette Valley, i.e., Ditch Project Space in Springfield, OR. Together with the miasmic machinists, Future Death Toll ,on the eve of 20 February, to accelerate the concurrent Ditch Freeze event into a new dark age.
Come March 6th, in the forestal abysm of Olympia, under the auspices of the Hall of The Woods, still greater swathes of immemorial lunacy will be heralded across the pacific northwest patches of spaceship earth! Witness the Olympia Noise Fest, if you can fathom such an affront!
As winter warbles and spring time creeps in, other avenues, looming now on the outskirts of this sphere, will be more tangibly deciphered and so remain: to be announced!
