Sunday, July 24, 2016

Poet's Korner

"Steed Stetson Has Voted"

As I sat in Doc’s saloon awaiting 
the results I couldn’t help but 
think neither candidate would 
be best for Salt Creek 

I stared into my third virgin 
martini and thought of the time 
I had to choose between 
sucking a damp bedroll 
or sipping a spittoon 
to stave off thirst 

If you ask me, the decision I made 
at my precinct earlier wasn’t much 

Either way I felt I was lining 
the pockets of the cattle barons 

Clem was a breath of apolitical 
fresh air — he explained to 
the three or four haggard 
patrons that to abstain from 
voting as he had was still 
participating in the demi-cratic 

At least that’s what I think 
he said—couldn’t hear too well 
over the confounding new strains 
of proto-contemporary ragtime 
fusion he was churning out 
on the tack keytar as he spoke 

I looked up from my glass to see 
Miss Roberta enter the establishment 
her downcast expression belied 
the cloying “I Voted” sash on her 

We exchanged a wordless nod 
as she bellied up to the bar 
Doc poured us each a whipped 
cream-flavored vodka 
Miss Robert muttered something 
about the balloting booths 
cluttering up her school house 
and we downed the hatch 

The spirit was as over-distilled 
as the ubiquitous campaign 
literature, simplified to 
the point of obscenity 

What an insult to Salt Creek’s 
dozen or so intelligent folk 

After a few belts I found my hat, rose 
to my feet, and cinched up my chaps 
Doc said nothing as he polished a tumbler, his 
mustachioed face staring vacantly
I’d settle up next time
my credit was good with Doc—he knew 
I kept him in arm 

Time to hit the trail 
with the innumerable fine 
dirt particulates in the air 

There’s no need for polling 
places on the high plains

The only duly-elected town dog catcher 
is the turkey vulture 
circling eagerly above

--Steed Stetson

Saturday, July 9, 2016

The Korner Kares

Here at The Kreation Korner, we pride ourselves in making a difference. But it's not just our flagship Kontent product and its liberating effects we peddle. This may be news to some of you, but occasionally we break off some of our vision and skills as a service to organizations looking to win the hearts and minds of konsumers close to home and far afield. Plus we're striving to parlay our kapacity for konsultancy into a new revenue model. The following video is part of a kampaign we're doing for a new group whose mission is to educate humanity and other sentient beings about the importance of self-love in the effort to stave off impending environmental katastrophe. We did this one pro bono but you've got to start building your klient base somewhere! Be moved and heed this straightforward kall to action:

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Musik Korner

Hails, Kreationists! On the eve of the American nation's birthday, it is our pleasure as political provocateurs/apathetes to bring you nothing speaking in any way to said celebration. Instead, we at the Korner are proud to showcase a new celebration of the true spirit of Kreationism, in the form of previously-lost demo recordings from a house band of sorts at the KKHQ circa 2006ish. Just prior to our venerated launch into cyber-space, it is true that such an entrancing, tremolo-picking din would greet any and all visitors to our humble offices, as we were financially forced at times to rent out space to whomever might help pay our rent that month. In the midst of all that, the most reliable source of rent was a group of musicians obscured in monastic robes and armed with glossy black guitars. Seeing as there were and are no boundaries to kreationism, we welcomed their racket and money with open arms, and even took it upon ourselves to record a track or two. Lost until today, when we were cleaning out Percy Stankowski's old editing bay, these tracks can now see the light of day (or the pitch-black countenance of the void). Grovel:

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Does Anybody Really Care?

For our second post of the fiscal new year, we present to you the latest in occasional kontributor Bill Johnson's series of digital kollages inspired by pseudo-philosophical popular music lyrics by bands named for major American cities. This one's called "The Presumptuousness Of Chronological Awareness." Cetera:

Friday, July 1, 2016

Poet's Korner

I don't wear denim
pants as
a political statement
I don't wear denim
at all it's a
political statement

--Fig Nugent