Can You Help the Foolish Oracle
We Need Human Labor of the Mind and Body and Maybe Soul
A Brief Message from the Rogue Bureaucrat
First Drafted April 25th, 2023 of the Gregorian Solar Calendar, between 02:35 pm and 04:25 pm Pacific Time, Redrafted Potentially Multiple Times Since
First Posted (When): April 29, 2023 at 11:00 am (Gregorian Solar Calendar, Pacific Time)
First Posted (Where): the Substack website, a small portion of which the Foolish Oracle has been granted free access, within boundaries, to create whatever the Foolish Oracle wants, within many boundaries, a service likely offered by Substack either (and this is conjecture) a.)to collect private information from users that can then be monetized, or b). to profit from the author/user’s work by giving them a platform to charge others for said work, thereby garnering a percentage of that fee for themselves (themselves being Substack’s I dunno shareholders, or something?).
Dear Colleagues,
The Foolish Oracle Variety Show Program (occurring the First Saturday of the Month at Bulldog News at 11 am Pacific Time, in Seattle, Washington, USA) is in desperate need of assistance. Our financial needs will be discussed another time (you may address them here: patreon.com/eccentre). This memo will focus on personnel and content needs.
Are you an anarchist mime with a penchant for nice suits and disheveled mischief?
Are you a crude / skilled dancer that wishes clubs played Stravinsky, Whale Songs, Polytheistic and/or Poly-rhythmic Folk Music?
Are you a luddite clown and/or sad magician ostracized from birthday parties and horrified by children and/or corporate retreats?
Are you a doomy folk musician / self-taught woodwind player?
Are you a journalist? What kind? The Foolish Oracle is ignorant and doesn’t even know what the Foolish Oracle wants? Do you? Journalism-wise? What do we want?
Are you an actor/writer daydreaming about Cabaret Voltaire, Alfred Jarry, taxidermy, and cartoons?
Are you a quiet, wistful Daffy Duck, curator of oddities?
Do you want to explore the unseen in the world directly around you, but don’t want to get all gooey and self important about it, and have a penchant for tricking people into thinking the unseen is actually quite easily seen, without in turn harming the essential invisibleness of the thing, bearing in mind there is no essentialness, really?
Are you in Seattle? Are you in North Seattle? A suburb? Thereabouts? Close enough?
Are you not any of these things but know someone who is?
Are you some of these things but not all, or are you some other thing similar enough or adjacent to these things, but you’re not sure, like, if it’s really similar or you just want it to be similar? Are you full of doubt and totally(mostly/maybe) fine with it?
Are you okay with being confused, bewildered, and mystified? Would you prefer it? Do you seek to elicit those feelings in others?
Do you hate when people use hacky rebellious language to describe activities and duties that in every way shape and form contribute to a bland status quo?
Can you help us spread the word about our show without succumbing to the evil banality of marketing, the sick jargon of best practices and brand strategy? Can you turn this act into a work of art and/or an elaborate prank? Can you do this with mostly just garbage and some markers, maybe duct tape?
Are you a ghost and/or sentient vagrant lichen?
Are you a talking rat?
Do you think our experience of joy evolved for a reason, as if it pointed towards the correct way to do things, the optimal way for the species to survive? Or do you just hate Mondays?
Do you like walkable cities, mushrooms, old books, scary Polish psychedelica, Ancient Mesopotamian witchcraft, and/or charnel yard Tantric Buddhism? Do you score the Leonora Carrington adaptations in your head with Beach Boys songs?
Would you like to create some theatre of cruelty disguised as a morning chat show?
Reach out to us!
Email: wordlessdictionary@gmail.com and reels.of.rhyme@gmail.com. Please email both of us.
We should talk.
Note: Elicit was originally spelled illicit. Was it a mistake, or a clue? It was probably a mistake.