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:

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 18th, 2010

visionary rumor


In recent zombified strolls and elsewhere (distances unknown) a satellite crash may also reveals in its debris a perfunctory palette of possible explanations for psychic disturbances on, and within, the global brain.  Many suggest opening eyes wide. Others undergo panopticonfident visual surgeries. Both are efforts to see the writhing informational sea as it truly is: infinite.

Possibilities are not endless.  Calcified time strata accumulate incessantly then bubble up as visionary rumors on a latter day search engineering expedition.  That this vidsonic debris is either a bootleg acquired during geologically recent redshifts, or: a compendium of glitch speciation, ditto on acquisition, that’s 2 out of about 2,700 results.  The end is near,  This Owl has spoken.

May 2nd, 2010

Trailing Recent Redshifts

photo by linda austinIt is said, in the southeastern climes of Portland, Earth that the Universe expanded unceasingly, unruffled by any Hubble hubris or mis-aligned reports pre-dating calendrical coordinates oscillating on, and at,  the cusp of months April and May.

Trailing recent redshifts, a number of persons had seen white-clad figures in the sky, at night…or had thought they had seen, an alarming sight in the sky, at night: a vast number of astronomically informed cabals cavorting.  Then a dispatch from distances unknown— platoons of astronomical objects marching in the sky, white suits, helmets gleaming and sounds sounding.

Similar accounts that this appearance was a mirage, an optical telegram from phantom powers.  Or phantom phone-tag under the auspices of a red semaphore tower.

That there may be space-hobos, wandering workers, earthly transience and from which reflections or shadows or broken spectres are sometimes cast — a procession that crossed the sun: red pulsing forms that moved, or that marched,  or were flung; — things or beings that seemed to march and flicker and fade out.

All unfurling, as This Owl flies, but a short distance from Foster Burger.

February 9th, 2010

Document revealed.

Some said it never happened, but The Lord knew (((WFT))) was up to its old stratagems within the spot on Portland Earth you call The Dunes. And here is the proof provided by a dedicated disciple.

Document revealed

WEIRD FICTION : Invading Mankind's Information Ecosystems