Standing watch at the dematerialized
Gates of dawn,
me spotted cogified cosmonauts
constipated and command less. With branded barrels of JP-5 by their side,
star lust, Mars or bust, spare a brother a dime; beaming from mutant dimensional eyes
acquired from over exposure on underfunded flybys.
More members of Precariat class
Compounding a conundrum
these abandoned astronauts,
angry and ample, ascended upon my perched place
poised as protectorate.
Pausing, passing simulations over situations,
Summarizing summations,
“could anarchist astronauts gather before the ephemeral door while it whirled and twirled
and bore no resemblance to analog cyborgs?”
They so craved to lore into a post utopia all night convenient store.
Rolling snow dust hills separate us in distance,
while This Owl malignant magic codifies confidence within mind crust.
Raising voice to join in over-heard, overhead, over-stated choir…
watch log #1
New Lands!
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!
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.
The GIF Economy
As 2009 expires, Weird Fiction exhumes a curious collection of GIF animation, curating items conjured up from a year’s worth of trolling in the deep dark dungeons of the internets.
This alongside an emergent compendium of collateral texts, GIF speciation theories and other missives propagated by the (((WFT))) policy institute; who, in an effort to advance their own “ficto-quizzical” mythologies, will facilitate the hoarding of materials on a dedicated electronic storehouse (weird-fiction.net/gifeconomy)
At once an instantiation of the “gift economy” and a call to action within the economy of expression roused by the humble parameters of the Graphic Interchange Format. (in)Appropriated material, both solicited and scavenged, will be intermingled within this labyrinthine technocultural milieu.
Denizens of the World Wide Web are implored to reanimate dead media and revive retrograde knowledge structures; deploying anomalous information and thereby accelerating GIF speciation. The GIF is your passport to the immortal realms of mythology mash-ups and off-modern memes. Remember: overexposure to cine-molecular glitch scapes (GIF animations and their kin) may lead to as of yet unknown climes of panopticonscious surrender.
NOW through December 18th–Send your GIFs to: weirdfictiongifs@gmail.com
To be deployed live starting December 3rd online and at on site at Tractor gallery in Portland
the following Memetic prompts and file name suggestions culled from existing Weird Fiction mythos, may be used to guide your GIF speciation efforts:
-Ficto-Quizzical
-Obliterati
-Cine-Molecule
-Second-Wave Vampling
-Lorkurer
-Glitchcraft
-Derelict Theory Objects
-Temporary Autonomous Clone
-Obliteratarium
-Panopticonscientious Objector
-Majestic 12
-Polterzeitgeist
Additional prompts will be transmitted to the fleshy minds of mammals by way of twitter.com/cthulhucalling