Nothing Short of Negative Genius

The googling of reason breeds (cookie) monsters and the same operating system will then provide a laundry list of directions in which to flee.

a labyrinth, this labyrinth—- mapped by algorithms external and populated by the minotaurrents of fields, from points to fields of phenomena, there are many onerous conditions. Social networks undulate unceasingly with youths and maidens always presumed devoured, presumed mediated, lots that have been divvied up.

Gray areas persist between implicit concerns of the Metaphortean, explicit conjecture into the Meta-Fortean and intermediate modes of the Fortean—-is this not para/mediation?  Of course,  x, y, z coordinates are continually co-mingled “on the frontier of another world, an alien world, a world tenanted by willows only and the souls of willows,” as a doomed denizen of Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows once opined.

Towards 6th dimensional travel, beyond phantom ringing of 4th and 5th dimensional cyberspaces, further,  into something of a twilight sleep.  A somnambulant stroll that is conscious but outside of memory and, perhaps, escaping durational responsibilities, will excite a new dance, too.  A dance of atoms, or neutrinos, while the GPS receivers err in their judgement.

Memories, frequently routed outside of the head anyways, are collected in outboard brains, linger as faint whispers and haunt us as murky deja views.

“Is there not ‘patamediation?” asks Irving Bleak, trying to be argumentative.  This being a process, I suppose, as far from mediation as mediation extends from direct experience.

An opening of more doors then: ‘Pataphortean Space?

That textbook Forteana blurs abidingly to the distant detours of the Metaphortean call, perhaps an estranging of the Metaphortean mode to a point at which the Metaphortean mode is sufficiently confused,  remembering that letters are also forms.  An imaginary solution indeed!

An applied, if reluctant textorcism then,  disclosed across the proverbial pond. Lo!  ‘Pataphortean Space

‘Pataphraseologies of the Ficto-Quizzical

After a slow moving reconnaissance mired by Weird-Fiction auto-obliterating tendencies of late, Metaphortean Research has for you, dear reader, a significant peek into the formulae of the ficto-quizzical.

As inefficient as it is intoxicating, the ‘Pataphrase is a fascinating ficto-quizzical procedure. Doubly derived from Pablo Lopez’s ‘pataphor and Alfred Jarry’s science of imaginary solutions, the ‘pataphrase is a process of restatement that is as far from paraphrasing as paraphrasing extends from an original text.

In this process, two or more editors communally perpetrate an extraordinary rendition of an original writing, implementing a series of linguistic glitches and strategic misspellings to re-configure the text. Denotation is sidestepped by detonation as meanings are twisted, metaphors stretched, puns unearthed and suggestive correspondences feverishly followed to their illogical ends. Sometimes a Wikipedia article or a news blurb will serve as a starting point.

The excerpt is distributed in a real-time collaborative editing application such as “Etherpad.” Two or more Weird-Fiction editors then simultaneously or asynchronously begin ‘pataphrasing the text. After an initial round of linguistic agitation, the Weird-Fiction editors swap copies and repeat the process until one or several stylized gems pan out.

From Here to Ethernity

Travelling at the speed of thought, from here to Ethernity, which is simultaneously somewhere and nowhere, which are the same, so claims A.Jarry, (and/or a Faustroll). Out of shape, nothing but jelly and an aspiring membership to one of several ‘pataphysical fitness centers.

Endless storage space perpetually promises a lot of baggage, while cloud computing shades into cumulonimbus  more so than stratocumulus puffs that presently privelige pleasantries for pareidoliacs all agog. Elsewhere, somewhere,  a slime mold is dropped on a city, a stroll of green globs, a bevy of inchoate globules, wild in the streets.

Autopoietic systems swerve into a realm where “i” am not as autopoesis takes the helm, here and elsewhere, cribbing notes from the expressive abjection of cryptobiosis.  Exemplary is the intrepid tardigrade, an adaptive strategist, an entity eagerly adopted by Metaphortean Researchers as personification of labyrinthine linguistic ploys. A near piglet of the microcosm, the tardigrade is keen on self-inducing pellethood when there’s too much heat in the proverbial kitchen, impermanent vacation in scattered plasticities.