Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Komedy Korner


Q: What kind of shared-living space did Freud prefer?
A: An Oedipal duplex.

-GRECH

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Behind the Korner

Here at TKK, we're kommitted to delivering the finest kreative kontent on a more-or-less regular basis. But as our reputation has grown and the fan mail has stacked up in humble but noteworthy piles, we've felt kompelled from time to time to vouchsafe what goes on behind the scenes, to show how the kreative kielbasa is made. To that end, we release to you today a kollection of digital brainstorming sticky notes written by real kontributors on the dashboard of one of the staff iMacs. The notes date from summer 2010 until the present day and have been reformatted for ease of konsumption in the blog-post format. We are positive this material will serve as a peephole into both the khaos and the konsonance of the kreative process. You may even see some phrases and story lines that served as the genesis of some of your favorite posts over the past few years! Given the sheer scale this project, the notes will be meted out over a limited run of four posts. Relish:

Part I    

"issued" as an album
"you look centered"
baroque pop, chamber pop
stand poised
bildungsroman, epistlary
matters of the heart
pull a crazy ivan
wagnerian, operatic, gothic,
grand guignol

garden variety
hayseed
venerable bean
kolloquialism
bellwether
peter doe=a modern day digger?-for graves raves
patter, motif

Themes:
-every man has a monster inside
-synchronicities
-kreationism is an ongoing spiritual adventure
-TM
cancel my appointments!
cart blanche
amphora

Subplots:
-leaks(Our in-house hacker hacktivist whistle blower Damien Melange)/konspiracy klimax (death of ew, murdoch, etc)
-CreationCon photo essay
-Off-the-grid/victory gardening/so many eggs!
-Cityville expedition
-Elections?

rich people going into space to get away. acting all elitist about the elaborate take-off protocols.
decanter
visceral, ass-backwards
problem with houses: too permanent, not enuff change

Is art a form in the platonic sense? Must it conform to the strct standards of the old masters? (Graves raves questions regarding hadley daughterson)

The following is sure to be a mind-fuck on the order of Christoph Noban's "Inspection".
summary execution
magnum opus
gravitas, "closed loop utopia"
cat nap pillars, carrot v stick

why 8 pm for dinner in all movies and tv?
'brain trust', elan
soup to nuts, proprietary
***********, glasnost
************
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derrange your senses

For punchline: leaves of grass and laura palmer reference

"I could go on and on indefinately. Komedy's about the journey. All anyone wants anymore is to get to the destination as quick as possible."

To be kontinued...  

Note: for reasons that remain elusive and concerning to some in our ranks, personal information of a certain contributor was sprinkled amongst the above notes. Said confidential information has been starred out as it is exempt from public disclosure pursuant to Kreation Kode §509-87B. 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Musik Korner

Wake yer square asses up! Now I've been holding off on this post out of respect for Korner decorum, which clearly states that consecutive posts ought never originate from the same de-part-ment, but nuts to decorum for today! Anyway, I doubt ol' Rasmus would mind. And maaaaan, this here is simply too good to keep bottled up. So, without further ado, here's another track recovered from the Kreativity Records archives. Another nifty from the sixties, we believe this to be the eponymous debut of The Company Cult, a group of slackers whose manifesto (printed in the liner notes of their first and last LP) demonstrates political self-education of a dubious nature. All of which to say, fuck the pigs and kick out the jams:

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Musik Korner

As Rasmus Wright continues to konvalesce after last autumn's ill-fated single release, The Korner wishes to demonstrate its continuing support for the ailing troubadour by showcasing a previously unreleased track of his. We didn't ask his permission to do so, but we're sure Ras won't mind, being the tireless endorser of the post-ownership online paradigm he is. Recorded during the Mtn. Lake sessions during the summer of 2013, it's an outing in which Wright "very nearly achieves the dubious status of caricature with his angsty, brooding young man pining away over the indeterminate object of his affection," according to renowned rock critic Rapaport Graves. Graves adds, "Is it sincere? Is it tongue-in-cheek? If I've learned anything about Rasmus Wright over the past three years, it's very likely both...or neither." Brace yourself:

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Poet's Korner

The following is the latest excerpt from Chris Peebles' Untitled Dream-Journal-Entries-Processed-Through-iPad-Voice-To-Text Project. Anticipated completion date unknown.


Note: This passage is posted as an image file, since the blogging platform fouls up the meticulous formatting of the text. Thanks for your understanding.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

New Year, Breathe

Happy Birthday, Earth! Hey, you know, that's what sprang to my head as I shambled out of bed this morning. And yes, the birthday is arbitrary and based on a conception of time that has only become reality by virtue of an agreement, coerced or otherwise.

So, 2015. Nice to meet you. Oh, you've heard about my sabbatical? Well,  yes, you see. Just as your very existence reifies an orderly sequence of things, so I am adhering to the notion that my return to the Korner will, at some predestined time, come to pass. But why rush destiny, then? Out here in the way out, sipping my diner coffee and watching the oily swirls on its micro-granular surface, I've had time to think about things. I continue to wonder and wander, and blunder. Blundering about, looking for a purpose, accepting purpose as yet another construct, yet also feeling it in my marrow. Feeling what? It. This may be hard to follow, but, given the predilections of our Korner devotees, I doubt it. So drink it in. Let my pondrances give way to further cogitation among you -- or not. If that's not your thing, I understand. I never stand over.

-Gabe Gabriel