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Yes, kittens, it's going to snow 1-3 inches here in Providence tonight, and we're the lucky part of New England. Apparently, Autumn took the year off; I don't blame it. I hear it's snowing in Manhattan right now.

Still, I wish I were at the sea today. I want to watch a heavy snow fall on the olive-green waves.

Okay, here's some news, so perk up those ears. I've been sitting on a secret for many, many months, and many of you know this. On November 2nd, there will be some manner of revelation, and on November 9th, all will be revealed. That's Wednesday, and then the next Wednesday. The NSA has agreed to declassify the files, and the MiBs will go public. The gag order will be rescinded. Some of you will not hear the news here first. Machineries are in motion that are far greater than am I. But...I believe there will be a lot of happy campers among you, and I think the wait will have been worth it. It's worn me ragged, keeping this secret.

And that's what I worked on yesterday, this secret thing. Meanwhile, Spooky attended to line edits on Blood Oranges, using the old iBook (Victoria; the old girl's got a lot of life left in her).

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Yesterday evening, as the sun was setting, we arrived at the Steel Yard, for the 6th Annual Iron Pour. A most appropriate post-industrial celebration of Samhain (though, of course, Samhain proper isn't until Monday). Five-thousand pounds of molten steel poured from a blast furnace, molten metal to fill jack-o'-lanterns, a great skull-shaped mold (the skull, weighing hundreds of pounds lifted, glowing, by block and tackle). Hundreds of voices screaming, "Fire." Enormous effigies to be devoured by fire: demons, witches, the head of a goat. A woman with the head and wings of a bat, dressed all in black and on stilts. A chainsaw that belches flames. The burning effigies are revealed to have wrought-iron skeletons. Deliriously eldritch and aharmonic anti-melodies played on violins, saxophones, and coronets. Volcanic showers and liquid iron of sparks filling the air, and raining down almost atop our heads. That's the Iron Pour in Providence. There are pictures behind the cut, below (though, batteries were low, we forgot to change them, and the camera, therefore, acted up).

Do people know about the not-so-secret pagan rites in Providence? Well, more than know about the Big Chair Rites of Moosup Valley.

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After my post yesterday, and my mention of seeing The Rapture (1991) again, an analogy occurred to me. It's one thing to call the Judeo-Christian god petty and sadistic. It's another to explain what you mean. So, here's one of a...well, of countless...examples: That whole Garden of Eden thing, Adam and Eve and the serpent. That chestnut. Here's the same story - the very same story – recast in less fantastic language. An unnamed adult (ADULT) places two three year olds, a boy and a girl, in a large room filled with every manner of toy they might ever desire, every sweet confection, a computer with the best games, every imaginable three-year-old delight, and the children are told, "You may play with all these things, and eat whatever you wish, and as much as you wish. But...you see that jar of Watermelon-flavored Jelly-Belly jelly beans over there? You do? Okay, now...that's the one thing you must not eat from. Now, I'm going to leave you to your own devices. Be good, kiddos." (No explanation is offered as to why the beans must be left alone.) And the adult goes away. And the two children have a blast, for days and days and days.

But, eventually, a loudspeaker mounted in one corner begins to whisper sibilantly about those Watermelon-flavored Jelly Belly jelly beans. It whispers, and most persistently, and, kids will be kids, and...when the unnamed adult returns to find the forbidden beans of jelly have been tasted, the two children are shamed with the harshest possible language, then tossed from the paradise of that room. They're thrown out into the cold winter streets, and guards are placed at the doors, that they can never again enter the marvelous room. Because they ate jelly beans that were placed there so that they would be tempted to eat the jelly beans. And there was that voice planted there to help them along, right? Don't think for a moment the adult didn't put that speaker there (whether or not the voice was his or hers, that's another matter). But it gets better, which is to say it gets worse. For having tasted the Watermelon Jelly Bellies, no child may ever again enter the room, and all the descendents of these two children will suffer unspeakable agonies and trials, and die, and face an eternity of torment unless they love the sadistic adult (ADULT) in question, despite this dirty, little trick with the jelly beans and the whispers...and, well, you know the story. And no, this is no more simplistic a parable than the original. Just a tiny bit more honest. And don't give me that "freewill" bullshit. ADULT knew better. He/she knew the nature of the children, she/he made them. The whole thing was rigged. For the Bible tells us so.

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Spooky's Hallowe'en Sale isn't quite over, so have a look.

Last night, some good RP in Insilico, and then a tiny dash of RIFT. Then we watched last week's episode of Ryan Murphy's American Horror Story, and...it was...surprisingly better. It was actually...haunting. A tremendous number of story threads and themes were skillfully tossed about and interwoven and, hell, it would have made a fine last episode. Still that Dark Shadows camp, but elevated just a bit. Moments of genuine chill. I think it's possibly more interested in the problem of hauntings than in ghosts, and that would be a good thing. Oh, and now Zachary Quinto, also known as Spock #2 and My Second Husband (you get to guess who's my First and Third husbands are), has joined the cast...so I have to keep watching.

Later, I read Steinbeck's The Log of the Sea of Cortez until I could get to sleep, about four-thirty ayem.

And now, I hear those black panel vans...You know, Tom Waits* needs to write a song entitled "Black Panel Vans."

Clandestine,
Aunt Beast





The sun is setting.



I warm my paws.











All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Kathryn A. Pollnac



* "Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts."

Date: 2011-10-29 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pisceanblue.livejournal.com
I tried to flag down the black helicopter circling my neighborhood this morning for scraps of intel, but at the very mention of your code name they aimed their brain drain laser at me and so I ran away. But I'm on The List now, I just know it...

Date: 2011-10-29 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Patience. The time is nigh.

Date: 2011-10-29 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com
The Steel Yard - wow, I'm impressed. This must have been immense fun.

Would Chris Walken be one of your other husbands? Ian McShane?

Well, I'm looking forward to hearing Your Big News. I think I can hold on a wee bit longer...


Date: 2011-10-29 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

This must have been immense fun.

Very much so.

Would Chris Walken be one of your other husbands? Ian McShane?

Nope, and nope.

I think I can hold on a wee bit longer...

Don't burst!

Date: 2011-10-29 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joshrupp.livejournal.com
The serpent/loudspeaker is what mainly depresses me about that story. They needed someone to remind them to have opinions. God's like, "Don't go near my totally bitchin' magic mystery tree. For if you do, you might discover it's wondrous SECRET ..." and they're both like, "Oh, okay."

And the snake's all, "So, that's weird, huh?"

And they're both, "How is that weird? Holy shit, that monkey just fell on its butt! Ha ha ha ha ha! Wait, what were we talking about?"

And the snake's all, "Fuck it. That tree over there grows hamburgers."

And they were like, "Hamburgers?! SQUEE!"

I figure the garden of Eden was about as deep as a Kansas science classroom.

Date: 2011-10-29 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Yes, and that works, too. Especially the monkey on its butt part.

Date: 2011-10-29 07:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sovay
Enormous effigies to be devoured by fire: demons, witches, the head of a goat. A woman with the head and wings of a bat, dressed all in black and on stilts.

It sounds lovely.

You know, Tom Waits needs to write a song entitled "Black Panel Vans."

He really does.

Date: 2011-10-29 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

It sounds lovely.

Wish you'd been there.

He really does.

Definitely.

Date: 2011-10-30 12:14 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] chris-walsh.livejournal.com
I want Waits to write a lyric like "All of Hell is a grill."

Date: 2011-10-30 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Mine's better.

Date: 2011-10-29 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] humglum.livejournal.com
Batteries were worse than low. The camera was screaming at me to change them after every photo, so I had to shut it off and wait to take the next one.

Otherwise, a perfect evening with a prefect beast...

Date: 2011-10-29 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Otherwise, a perfect evening with a prefect beast...

Well, two perfect beasts.

Date: 2011-10-29 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] subtlesttrap.livejournal.com
Oh, and now Zachary Quinto, also known as Spock #2 and My Second Husband (you get to guess who's my First and Third husbands are), has joined the cast...so I have to keep watching.

Uh yeah he's pretty husband worthy & his part on American Horror Story was sublime.

Date: 2011-10-29 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Uh yeah he's pretty husband worthy

Indeed. Even though I'm female, and he's gay, we could work something out.

Date: 2011-10-29 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] subtlesttrap.livejournal.com
Indeed. Even though I'm female, and he's gay, we could work something out.

I'm sure those minutiae would pose no problem.

Date: 2011-10-29 10:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I'm sure those minutiae would pose no problem.

Surely not.

Date: 2011-10-29 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] corucia.livejournal.com

Lots of lovely sparklies in the pictures! Looks like a lot of fun was had by all.

you get to guess who's my First and Third husbands are. I'm gonna go with Bowie as a candidate....

I can't imagine a project with which you're this intimately involved not being incredible, so the Sekrit Projekt revelations are eagerly anticipated!

Date: 2011-10-30 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Looks like a lot of fun was had by all.

Yes, indeed.

Date: 2011-10-30 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mizliz13.livejournal.com
Oh, the Steel Yard. What a sight to see!

Date: 2011-10-30 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I think it should start a movement. Ironies!

Date: 2011-10-30 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kendare-blake.livejournal.com
I love your photos, as usual. And I am so excited for November 2nd. And for the 9th. And those days in between, when details might bleed out.

Date: 2011-10-30 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

And I am so excited for November 2nd. And for the 9th.

Just wait.

Date: 2011-10-30 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alamodealamort.livejournal.com
On a quite different note, I found something that you might enjoy... a lot. Especially if you like necklaces.

http://www.ebay.com/itm/500-Million-Year-Old-Trilobite-Fossil-Necklace-/220876668450?pt=Handcrafted_Artisan_Jewelry&hash=item336d467e22

Say the word and it's yours when I get paid on Monday. Found it while browsing and I couldn't resist.

- Madi

Date: 2011-10-30 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I'm not gonna say no. It's awesome.

Date: 2011-10-31 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alamodealamort.livejournal.com
Just bought it, and I'm sending it to the address you gave me when I sent you the Box of Wonders. (echo)
Hope you enjoy. You are such an amazing intellectual, and... blah blah blah you're the best. Too many words to say.
- M

Date: 2011-11-03 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alamodealamort.livejournal.com
Let me know when you get it, just in case it gets lost or something.

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