Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Fiction Korner

"Darling Inedible." He saw it printed medium-sized on the trash can. A happy accident of brand-naming and fastidious categorization, and it was one that made the boy laugh aloud. The strangers all around soon shared in this glee. It was not long before a feather boa was draped ceremoniously atop the unsuspecting receptacle, to christen the new personality by its happenstance title. Darling Inedible. And when the festivities were over, the would-be patrons discarded their rubbish in the gaping maw of their self-appointed and temporary idol.

-Boo Merengue

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Poet's Korner

I compromise my
dignity for a good
cause, an effect
not measured
in spatial terms
grasped like
garden tools
and t-shirts soaked
in sweat or urine

A chain of events
links me in
binds my arms
and legs to the
room I admit
is cozy and dim
the chair is soft and
my skin feels no longer
an itch but
an easy current

The glowing rectangle
of near golden proportion
builds bridges
in my head
connecting localities
sprucing up
dilapidated storefronts
with youthful vigor
and ambition

I see a place
I want to eat
I wonder about the
appetizers as
I lick my lips
and advance when a
dollop of tapenade
snuffs out the

 --Chris Van Peebles

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Korner Wisdom

No. 24: You only live once, but you do so in the infinite depths of the karmic cycle so, I mean, you got time.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Video Korner

Picture yourself in front of a white automobile. Aside from its telltale Swedish craftsmanship, this automobile appears absolutely ordinary, bereft of any lasting significance. Now imagine that you have opened the back passenger-side door and sought respite in one of this automobile's stylish yet durable polyester-cushioned seats. After taking the necessary safety precautions by properly fastening your seat-belt, take note of your surroundings. Who is that you see in the driver's seat, navigating the currents and slipstreams of traffic whilst simultaneously pontificating on some of life's greatest mysteries? Why, it's Chris Peebles. Oh, hush now, Chris is addressing his erudite passenger. Could it be? Is that Blenko? Are you really seated near the right and left hands of two of the Korner's most beloved exports? Yessir(or ma'am)eebop, it's a Kreationist's dream come true! Now remove yourself from that mental vignette and watch this video that is almost like that experience, with several notable differences:

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Kommentary Korner

The other day I fired up the ol' Twitter feed, and as I scanned the "tweets" from the myriad "news" organizations I "follow," I couldn't help but detect the overwhelming stench of anti-Greek rhetoric. And that's sayin' something given my severely diminished olfactory capacities. It seems every media entity out there is trying to get its .0154 in about the Greco Debt Crisis. Their so-called fourth estate objectivity does little to mask their true prejudices. And this epidemic of bigotry is not limited to reporters. This morning I met Peter Doe at Dan's Grouse Inn on Route 21 for a red beer and was floored when he said, "sure the Greeks invented democracy and trigonometry but what have they done for the eurozone lately?" Well, Peter, this just means our Hellenic brethren contributed early and often to humanity. We procrastinators here in the states could learn a thing or two rather than just sitting around criticizing. If you ask me, we're pointing out the pit in our neighbor's eye while ignoring the heaping portion of Kalamatas in our own. Ultimately, the only way out of our respective messes is to endeavor towards understanding and empathy on a global scale. And I'll bet if you sat down over a pint of ouzo with a Greek, you'd find that we're not all that different.
--K. Hume O'Henderbaum     

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Korner Kares

The following words to live by were discovered Monday, Jan 18, 2012 at 6:03 pm on a white board in Rm 221 of the business building at Boise State University:

1. Do the exercise
2. Eat good food
3. Tak fitness
4. Don't Smoke and drink
5. Sleep 8 hours per day
6. Be happy
7. Have a good family
8. Don't de angly

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Fiction Korner

"If it makes you feel any better, we're in the same catamaran."
I couldn't make out the face of the figure towering over me. His head seemed miles above, but his chilling, emotionless voice was loud in my ear. I couldn't struggle or move in any way for that matter. I was paralyzed in a nightmare, able only to squint at my fuzzy, poorly lit surroundings as the palpable pressure threatened to cave in my chest.
Oddly enough, I didn't panic. Perhaps this was the kind of learning experience, albeit unconventional, I sought. That was life's highest purpose: learning. There wasn't much else to do anymore anyways. It was the future after all and hunger, poverty, disease, social strife and environmental degradation were the stuff of folklore. Some even questioned if such scourges ever really existed in an era where benevolent synthetic microbes digested all forms of waste and emitted clean air, a nutrient-dense paste and side effect-free super drugs as byproducts.
Self-discovery and refinement through full immersion in the fruits of human culture and ingenuity replaced scraping by to survive. Hence, my desire to pursue yachting as a pastime. But instead I found myself bobbing up and down in a hitherto unknown sea of unrest, fettered in a would-be pleasure craft with my perception hopelessly obscured. Odds are my nervous system had been invaded by a colony of synthetic microbes who had evolved a collective consciousness.
The shadowy lunatic looming above me was probably just a normal guy with his own dreams and flaws. At least we weren't drowning.
--Jawn Steighmeaus

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Recently, our intern Nate executed a search engine inquiry on the world wide web of--or, if you’ll pardon the kolloquialism, “Googled”--the terms “kreation” and “korner.” To our bemusement, a hit came up sharing both our moniker and blog host. A strung-out, paranoid Korner might warn of opportunistic elements afoot attempting to ko-opt our scene for nefarious purposes.  But an affable Korner tempered by wisdom and moderation proffers that these other “kreationists” are mere pawns as we are in a larger, all-encompassing kreative kontinuum whose ending has yet to be written. Follow:

Monday, January 2, 2012

Street Korner

As evidenced by our first post of the New Year, 2012 promises to be an eventful time. Having said that, there are those Kreationists who have always believed that the fight is, like, out there, man, in the streets. And so, we present to the street fightin' man himself, BLENKO, with a quick dispatch from the guttercuts of urbania. Ado:

"I use the term 'feta' here, to reference the use of 'cheese' as an informal term for money. Paradoxically, unless you've got, like, access to a dairy farm or something, you need money to buy cheese. I guess that's the sort of mindfuckery that I want people to find in my work."

 "It's up to the reader to figure out what statement I'm making with this one. I'm into democracy like that."

"I'm pretty political. Have you been following the Occupy movement?"

"Do you ever feel as though you're an old, bearded square-eye with a dodo-type flightless bird calling the shots?"

"This one's basically directed at the following photo."


Shiny Happy People

The start of a new year is a time for purification, to rinse off the accumulated grime and start fresh in a shower of new beginnings. Why, just this morning we did this very thing (metaphorically, more or less) at our first annual second-day-of-the-year brunch bash. We clapped ourselves and each other on the back as we reflected upon storms weathered and new summits of kreative expression surmounted almost regularly during our tenure as inhabitants of the blogosphere. The needle was unceremoniously jerked from the long-playing record of our self-congratulation, however, when maljohn took the brainiac notion to stream Netflix on the projector we had pointed at an exterior wall of the kommune.  The film was called 2012 and, in addition to being perhaps the most eschatological of John Cusack's oeuvre, proved to be a chilling, action packed prophecy of catastrophic events to occur this year. Suffice it to say, we're all a bit freaked out. Is this blockbuster indeed a bellwether of things to come in 2012? Were the natural disasters and social strife of 2011 a mere prelude to the final days of reckoning for humankind? Or will the culmination of the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar this next December represent the dawn of a new era of universal kamaraderie and klarity? Most of us are hoping for the latter, but in either case the world will need Kreation more than ever in the coming months. All we can do now is stand tall and dutifully advance The Kause.

Best wishes,
The Kreation Korner Staff