Monday, December 31, 2018

Video Korner: Ringing In The New edition

2018 has been quite a year here at The Kreation Korner. It's ending much as it started--rife with anxiety, uncertainty, and fear. But it's also been a year of epiphany, of humility. It's been a year of finding our joy, of being present in the here and now, of taking care of ourselves. In 2019, we will most certainly continue to hang by a thread materially and emotionally under the malignant mismanagement of our new landlords the Murdoch Organization. But we also predict the coming year will be one of great transformation for us. Perhaps it's a naive melody to sing, but we remain hopeful and optimistic in spite of this world's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams. This is a spirit exemplified in the following spekulative advertisement for potted meat we kreated in a shameless attempt to bring in some much-needed kapital. We extend our deepest gratitude to you for keeping interested in us and wish you nothing short of utter felicity during this planet's next trip around the Sun.

Yours in Kreation,

TKK Staff

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Poet's Korner

“Ode to Clonazepam and Earl Grey”
By Patrick M. Watson

When anxiety clutches at my chest
and panic’s close at hand
Clonazepam and Earl Grey
are here to see me through

When the world is a terror realm
with perils 'round each turn
Clonazepam and Earl Grey
are with me every step

When mind’s unmoored in fogs of fear
and I’m just ‘bout to believe it
One mill and a half and a good strong cup
return me to my self

When I'm in my body
and not my thoughts
Clonazepam tugs me back
and I, with aid of Earl Grey,
alight gently on the ground

I cannot say my gratitude
for all the peace, ebullience,
and every sigh of ease
As the world flows through
and out of me — hooray for pills and tea!

O my dear clonazepam
and dear sweet Earl Grey
Thank you for your faithfulness
and helping me be me


Disclaimer: This Ode is not intended to glamorize or promote the consumption of clonazepam and Earl Grey tea. It is merely a celebration of this specific mixture of substances that serves as a particularly effective and invigorating anti-anxiety remedy for the specific psychology and body chemistry of the poet.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Kontest Korner

Is there any better reason to kreate than simply for Kreation's sake? No, there is not. And while we know it to be a noble kause, sometimes in the day-to-day it can be, well, tedious. So a few weeks ago we thought we'd liven things up with a kreation kontest. Each kompetitor was allowed submission of one piece of original visual art to be evaluated and ranked by their peers. Surely even the most ardent Kreationists on staff would be enthralled by this good old-fashioned drama. But when it came time to judge, a lovelorn Gabe Gabriel reminded us that pitting kreator against kreator only replicates the hierarchical structures that stifle our souls. We kollectively took his kounsel to heart. Better boredom than blood lust. And now the results, expertly tabulated by Stevenson Steighmeaus Associates LLP:

Honorable Mention: Against The Grain / Hadley Daughterson

 Honorable Mention: Die Milch ĂĽber der Holz / GRECH

  Honorable Mention: Have A Seat / Chris Peebles

Honorable Mention: There are talkers and doers--we're the latter / P. Michael Watson

Honorable Mention: The City Never Sleeps (At Night) / Philly Mike

Honorable Mention: my house, my family, a tree, my dog / Gabe Gabriel II

Honorable Mention: First Impressions / Svetlana Mendoza

Honorable Mention: BIG TEX / APEKS


Honorable Mention: Praise be to Ol' Sandy, the Sandy Man / Known Universe

Friday, December 21, 2018

Musik Korner

Whereas we are often hard at work plumbing the depths of our archives for musikal artifacts to share with our fellow kreationist, today we share a contemporary piece by yours truly, Gabe Gabriel, a.k.a. Bad Actor. Though I worked hard to obfuscate the inspiration for this song, I feel that the discerning listener will be able to intuit that this is what they call a break-up song. Shocked? Let me be clear. While it may be easy for the casual observer of this blog to elevate our more prominent kreationists as something greater than human, kreationism has always chafed against such myopic idolatry. In point of fact, this song offers an intimate glimpse into my own personal life. At the molecular level, all labels break down. There is no such thing as a "personal life," separate from one's "kreative life," itself segregated from one's "political life." Burn your idols and make angst while the heart pines:

Friday, December 7, 2018

Video Korner

How do you do? We do ok. Thanks for asking. Here's the latest from Chris Peebles. Need we say more? Thanks for not asking. Strap on your ear goggles and eye phones:

Monday, November 26, 2018

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Musik Korner

The force behind "Freak ur head" recently resurfaced and set up an impregnable fortress of drum machines, samplers, and polyphonic ephemera in the Kreation Korner HQ. They have not come out for food, water, or bathroom breaks in seven days, begging the question whether they are an entity that requires such base necessities. The music pumps nonstop through the Kreation Korner HQ. Productivity is at an all-time "other." To wit:





Friday, November 2, 2018

Poet's Korner

“You can’t take my hat off — it’s more expensive than you think”

Memories born
of trampoline dusting
Trounces all wishing
too born to say nothing

Rumbles a catheter
rumbles a trough
Rumbling transceivers
to all thoughtful troughs

Fall into solitude
fall and give less
Rancor the wheels
to be free believers

Cavernous me
cavernous now
Take stock of the cavern
take stock and ask now

Memory’s bourn


too born to be born

--Chris Peebles

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Poet's Korner

“At least I’ll get my washing done”

I have soap if you need it
so stop and take steps
Look forward and forward
stop and take steps

I haven’t a haven’t
I haven’t a clause
I have less than nothing
I’m more than pulled taut

Stop and take steps
stand forward and wretched
Just stop and take steps
I have soap — please believe it

--Chris Peebles

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Konfab Korner



A special Komik Korner presentation by Hadley Daughterson

Friday, October 5, 2018

Musik Korner


In recognition of the impending Samhain rites, today we bring you four tracks recovered from the original soundtrack of a little-known 1981 giallo film, Canarino nella Miniera ("Canary in a Mine"). Its connection to the Korner is by virtue of the fact that the film was financed by Kreation Systems Worldwide, in its attempt to reach foreign markets during the home video explosion. Given the film's less-than-cult status, this may not have panned out, but we are now left with several stellar grooves from Italian prog-rock outfit, Sconosciuto ("Unknown"). Sacrifice:



Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Poet's Korner

"The Next Phase"

Phase through phase
through all sorts of matter
We come to a clearing
the spool of silence

I take it to you
like a have-to be honest
I lie with the masons
I lie with a stranger

From helping to helping
we thank them for dinner

And after it stops
it's starting and stops

Phrasing the key
each step small and certain
Phrasing each key
the edge too far-flung now

To be on the steps
the steps we're so certain

Face to face

through all sort of matter

--Chris Peebles

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Monday, September 10, 2018

Affirmation Korner


1. Kreation in this moment does not require you to confess your own self-perceived kreative liabilities and shortcomings.

2. Kreation in this moment does not require you to reach a preordained future of "completion."

3. You may access kreation in this moment and it is not, cannot be, simply the inevitable sum of your "influences."

54. Kreation is in every moment and there is only this moment. This moment. This moment.

                   This

    moment.

                                                                                                                         This moment.

                    thismoment.thismoment.thismoment.


T           H             I            S             M         O        M         E          N           T


Video Korner

Title: unknown
Kreator: unknown
Duration: 06:12

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Klosure Korner

Early this year, something called "The Worrisome Truth" entered our kollective konsciousness. To say it rattled us and forced us to reevaluate our views on the very nature of Kreation is an understatement. We learned of the arcane Staff of Kreation and how we must wield it to survive and thrive when faced with The Worrisome Truth. This was all very vexing, but we managed to kalm ourselves and put it out of our minds so we could move on with our lives, impending doom our not. But the Staff of Kreation remained in the korners of our psyches, slowly annexing mental territory until it returned to the forefront. We can no longer hide from it. We still don't know what the Staff of Kreation is, but we must define it so we can acknowledge it and file it away for when we need it. Our two best theories are that it is 1.) a wooden staff imbued with okkult powers or 2.) simply The Kreation Korner staff--you know, Chris Peebles, BLENKO, Hadley Daughterson, maljohn, the whole bunch. But how do we determine which is the true Staff? For that we turn to the way much truth is determined anymore--social media. So visit our Instagram and vote for which theory you think is best. It's essentially a choice between actual magic and the "magic" of teamwork as the key to perseverance in the face of adversity. We'll keep the polls open for an indeterminate period until we feel the time is right. Vote whenever, vote at whatever interval you feel.




          

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Call It What You Want Korner

There is no maker, really. The myth is that there is one. Titles of both the instance and the means by which the instance is created merely tether and bind. "Kreation" -- the closest one could care to approach describing the ineffable. One can only document through imperfect means the nonproduction, as the sound waves are not really there anymore. This recording does not represent, and is not represented by, members in the Western tradition of a "band." It is its own life. There may be more to come, and if there is not, deconstruct the very notion of "more" and "less" and make the refuse a refuge. Therefore:

Musik Korner

REVIEW: "Two For The Trail" - Steed & The Stetstones
By Stib Tidmarsh, special to The Kreation Korner

I first had occasion to encounter Steed Stetson at the Cavern Tavern in Nampa, October 2015. He was not on the roster of the poets reading that night under the dimly-lit stalactites. Nobody even knew he was there, so far as I could tell. He simply moseyed up to the mic after the scheduled program concluded and recited some free verse with the stony countenance one would expect from the Intermountain West's most elusive cowboy poet. It seemed that just as soon as he had said his piece he vanished from our midst, as if he had drifted off in the changing winds. A profound silence like an alkaline flat at dawn fell upon the room for what felt like minutes before the din of garrulous poetry enthusiasts and clanking domestic beer bottles began to once again pervade the subterranean chamber. In all my dumbfoundedness at breathing the same stale air of the legend himself, I was unable to remember any of the specific words Mr. Stetson uttered. But his tones, his rhythm, his percussive elements have lingered with me ever since. Steed's work is music, pure and simple. Imagine my excitement, then, nearly three years later when I learned he had recorded some actual music. I suppose it was the natural progression that his chansons would someday be put on wax with the accompaniment of instruments. Like his poetry, the couplet of songs he has created with production by Chris Peebles are as bewildering as they are captivating and evade easy classification. I can see the critics pigeonholing Steed & The Stetstones' musical exploits as nothing more than your garden-variety anti-ballads of the Cowfusion microgenre within Psychoamerica. While I am loathe to shoehorn peerless, multi-faceted talents into narrow categories, I suppose, if pressed, I would say Steed's first foray into recorded music is more emblematic of the nascent Saddlecore movement, a yoctogenre of Tumblewave -- itself a picogenre under the Cowfusion umbrella. In a mere two tracks, the Stetstones have served us a dense portion of tuneful tiramisu that will take years to fully consume and digest layer by layer. Perhaps we will never know the genre. 6.5/10


Friday, August 3, 2018

Wisdom Korner

There's no such thing as "martinizing."

Sunday, July 15, 2018

At The Mall

"At The Mall"
A mini-essay by Rasmus Wright

I can say without shame or irony that The Mall is a comforting place for me. It connects me to my origins as a middle-class, suburban American and provides innumerable sensory stimuli that excite, surprise, and fascinate. Problematization of my complicity in the horrors of global capitalism aside, I cannot deny that on a deep-seated emotional level The Mall is a safe place for me. As an adult, my experience there has been one of ease, tinged with a sweet nostalgia as I reflect upon the ever-constant Mall as a source of continuity in the unremitting, uncertain churning of time. That was my experience...until Wednesday, July 11, 2018 around noon. I went to The Mall to return some suit pants at one of the anchor department stores. While there, I took advantage of the opportunity to take a lap around the promenades to exhale mightily the accumulated tensions of the week and return to my hum-drum life refreshed. What I stepped into was not the familiar warm place insulated from the world outside but rather a cold place, fully permeated by the callousness, cynicism, and indifference I was hoping to escape for a brief time. Store after store, kiosk after kiosk, I was struck by a profound sense of emptiness, dread, and mounting anxiety, not the pleasant bemusement to which I was accustomed. Had The Mall changed? Had I? Likely, the truth lies somewhere in the middle. Regardless, I'm not ready to love again and won't be for some time. But, in the meantime, where will I go?

A collage of images encountered and captured by RW at Boise Towne Square mall on Wednesday, July 11, 2018 around noon. 

Monday, July 9, 2018

Poet's Korner

Found poetry, 7/9/18, tavern readerboard, W. Main St., Boise, ID:

     PASTRAM
          SAN          ISH
                      YEP

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Poet's Korner

“Extracts from Google search 'l.3222' executed by Bob Peebles, 27 May 2018”
By Chris Peebles

L322
HPCS Code for Mens
shoes hightop depth
HPCS Code L32
Orthopedic footwear
hightop depth
inlay each

3-2 2-2
L Handles, Industrial L
Handles SPEP
322 SPEP offers
custom-made
professionals shop our product
order your handles today

The French treatise
on founded
flight, flying
of a dove
floor, flour
meal, powder
L3-22 flourish

Annual Statement Navigation
Board of Trade 1908
Notice of Judgment
Food and Drugs
Administration
Drugs, See Ferro
China bitters
See bitters

Fish canned L3-2
L3-2 dried haddock
CONCRETE BRICK AND BLOCK
L3-22 ASBESTOS PRODUCTS

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Kandor Korner

"Adventure" is an important and appealing concept but a woefully overused word. That goes double for "curate." It'll be a real blow if the merchants of tedium commodify my beloved "paraprosdokian."
 --P. Michael Watson

Monday, June 11, 2018

Huey Dood presents "The Kreation Korner Entrepreneur of the Month, Presented by Huey Dood"


Behold! Warren Edward Buffett, the Oracle of Omaha. He, who partaketh of the breakfast patties. He, who suppeth upon the sundaes regal. He, who consumeth heroic fluid volumes of catsup and Coke products. He, who upon acquisition of these ritual foodstuffs, restructures and merges them into the revered high financial fecal portent. He, who passes with ineffable acumen that majestic and harrowing excrement into a humble porcelain bowl he purchased in 1958. He, who divineth from that venerated stool's smooth topography and Pollockian spatters the shape of men's fortunes to come. Behold, the inimitable Oracle of Omaha! Behold, the great Scatomancer of Nebraska!

Monday, June 4, 2018

Poet's Korner


a declaration
sometimes woud i but hollow out a home
in the snow
the light waning
burnin throu stiff cold limbs of limbs ..

the bark that is cold to my touhc
reading words from outside in
the cold stills the confuision

-Lost Teeth

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Video Korner

Today we bring you something a little out of the ordinary, which is an ordinary thing for us to do. So then how do we be out-of-the-ordinary if such an action is ordinary? We may opt to dispense with the ordinary/out-of-the ordinary dichotomy all together, which should be no problem since dispensing with artificial partitions in the universal set is business as usual for us, in other words, ordinary. Glad that's settled! Anyways, we're excited to present to you a triumviri of videos co-created by Korner ko-founder Patrick M. Watson and Megan Williams, his travel companion on the perilous-yet-exilharating journey of life and legal spouse. While not our typical kommissioned fare, we feel these videographic modules are more-or-less aesthetically aligned with The Korner and paddle more or less the same direction as we do on the wandering Kanoe of Kreation. As we're certain you'll perceive, these vids stand on their own and are not some sykophantik ploy to kurry favor with a founder. Look and listen:


Swedish Sedan Soldiers / 2014 / 1min 6sec


Domestic Triggers / 2014 / 5min 20sec


W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming - Read by Loretta Jean Mahoney / 2017 / 1min 32sec

Friday, May 25, 2018

Poet's Korner

"The Elusive Beneficence Of The Quantum Riddle"

If there's one thing I've learned
about living in America
it's all PR you have to
take your life into your hands
just to get basic necessities
meritocracy
is a lie
Star Trek: The Next Generation
is a good show

--Buck Ducey

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Komik Korner

Three komiks about The Goonies by Hadley Daughterson

 



Saturday, May 19, 2018

Accompanied Spoken Word Korner

Most of our kontributors are many things to many people. Chris Peebles is one thing to everyone. Earlier this week, Chris brought his singular kreative package to the former river bed known as Garden City, Idaho--specifically to open mic night at Ream & Steam juice bar and adaptogen latte speakeasy in the old Saab repair shop between the feral artists colony and luxury shipping container pocket neighborhood in the city's burgeoning tasting room district. Even over the clatter of commercial-scale masticating juicers and the patter of nourishing concoction-sipping patrons, what we hear here is a konfident kreationist performing at the zenith of his kraft. Order up:

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Video Korner

Glad tidings to thee on this blustery second day of May! Today's post is a special one indeed. We are ebullient to present to you the wunderkindish sonic and visual kreations of young Bob Peebles masterfully cut into the exciting medium of video by Bob's old man Chris. Even at just shy of two years of age, Bob appears to us a worthy addition to the proud and ancient tradition of Peeblesian excellence in Kreation. May this be the first of myriad parent/child Peebles kollabs. Harvest the crust from your eyes and the wax from thine ears:

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Musik Korner

Nothing much to say about this, other than its contents seems to challenge the whole "time is a straight line" con job, because this track was apparently produced in 1991 and so far as we can tell, those samples you hear underneath the tick-tick-boom of the 808s are from a video of our own kreation not five years old. Don't ask how we discovered this track (we had to bribe a lot of people with a lot of recently-banned supplements), just take this with a glass of water and call us in the morning:


Saturday, March 31, 2018

Meditation Korner

Non-duality. The indefatigable and abiding field of awareness. Who watches the watcher? The answer is not in words but in actions. In the days of now, kids look for their kicks in what were once the unwanted externalities of electric and electronic music. Or was that the '60s... That era is played. Played out? Played with. For my money, it's the sonic breakthrough of the millennium.

Perhaps if you sit, palm resting on palm, and crank this fucker to oblivion, you'll find God.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Poet's Korner

Nearly a month with nary a post. Have we been negligent in our duties? Or was the deficit intentional? Yea, the absence of kreation may yet be kreation itself. Think on this as you read the following poem. You may be just as well to read nothing at all.


"Abstaining from Lobster Thermidor sliders in a hideous mirrored-glass tower"

Have a point of view
             
                life can be FUN!

take a risk
make a strong decision

gravitate towards that--

                             and there!
                             and those!

                                    --which give you JOY!

You want to be a detective?

     COOL!

maybe you already are

You like games?
remember to play each day

               try on a point of view
               it may
                         suit
                               YOU.

--Greg Purt                

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Korner Wisdom

Many of the world's problems could be solved if we abolished politics. Unfortunately, this proposition may not be politically palatable.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Brainstorm Korner

"Notes on a TV show that could be worth my time"


--P. Michael Watson

Friday, February 2, 2018

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Perspective Korner

Friends, hello. It's been 20 of our days since that hand-scrawled enigma regarding The Worrisome Truth entered our reality. We write to you today not in a state of crescendoing panic as before but in an only slightly rattled state easing towards calm now that we have reframed the unsettling incident as an opportunity to be humbled. There are forces at play across the multiverse that we simply cannot understand, at least not for now. This sort of uncouth awakening has befallen us before, and we suspect this time won't be the last. Such is the cyclical nature of humility. We will take the necessary care and do the necessary work to continue to unravel the knots in our chests, in our throats, and in the pits of our stomachs. We will, of course, remain vigilant for opportunities to exercise our agency upon the world around us towards positive ends, but we will endeavor to not waste precious time and energy wringing our hands and pacing about over that which we cannot control. We have taken the words of Daniel A. Thomason to heart, which we've reduced down to "Kreation is what you make it." Interesting that it took him decades of skolarship to arrive at what we already knew. We guess we're stronger than we gave ourselves kredit for. Kreation is what you make it. Today, Kreation is a photo of discarded celery rib segments snapped in the break room at the Kreation Korner HQ:


Now that our palates are sufficiently cleansed, let us put this Worrisome Truth business to the side for now and exhale mightily. Time to get back to work! --Staff of Kreation

Sunday, January 14, 2018

An Answer To Question

Greetings, Kreation Korner staff. My name is Daniel A. Thomason, and, as I'm guessing you're not aware, I'm one of the world's foremost Kreationism scholars. I saw your last post (I see all of them) and am writing to provide you with some book learning that should answer a lot of your questions and hopefully alleviate some of your anxiety:

The Worrisome Truth (translated from the original German die besorgniserregende Wahrheit) is a malevolent force in the Kreation mythos that utterly extinguishes Kreative energy. The concept dates back to the earliest days of the Kreationism Movement. A prevailing belief among Kreation mystics is that The Worrisome Truth reveals itself to overly-ambitious Kreators who undergo Kreative Ascension but are ill-prepared. The Worrisome Truth punishes them by killing their Kreative spirit for eternity. Only those protected by the Staff of Kreation may overcome The Worrisome Truth and ascend. Many say it was The Worrisome Truth that sapped movement founder Thor Gustav Kreationssen late in his life, causing him to never again Kreate and die penniless in obscurity. These are legends that have neither faced nor withstood empirical scrutiny. An increasingly-popular interpretation (from the authoritative Thomason Commentary) of the core texts underpinning the Kreationism Movement (the Kreation Kodex) is a little more realistic, submitting that The Worrisome Truth is just that Kreation is a construct, not some preternatural cognizance that only the anointed may access. In other words, Kreation is what you make it and anyone can be a Kreator--a notion devastating to some, empowering to others.

Well, that's Worrisome Truth 101. Certainly a fringe concept, but I must say I'm disappointed in The Korner for its lack of erudition in regards to Kreative esoterica. Then again, academic rigor has all but vanished from the Movement, leaving tired pedants like myself to carry an ever-dimming torch. Anyways, I wouldn't worry about the anonymous note. Probably just the work of practical jokester who read one of my books.

Yours In Kreation,
Daniel A. Thomason, KhD

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Help Us Help Ourselves

Good whatever-time-of-day-this-is-for-you to you. So far, 2018 has been uncharacteristically uneventful for us here at The Kreation Korer. Imagine our surprise, then, when we found the following mysterious manila envelope and an even more mysterious enclosed document on our doormat this morning:


Quite the head-scratcher. Our kwestions so far:

1. Who wrote this strange passage and why?
2. Who sent it to us and why?
3. What is "The Worrisome Truth"?
4. Where is this "waiting room?" Is it material or metaphor?
5. Who is T.G.K.? Kreationism Movement founder Thor Gustav Kreationssen?
6. Who is C.P.? Our new komptroller Crist Peoples?
7. Why is "Will" capitalized? Is Will a person? Who the hell is Will?
8. Why does this kind of shit keep happening to us?!

As you can imagine, the entire staff is currently racked with acute fear and konfusion (and maybe a little self-pity) on account of this ominous and obscure kommunique. But we must ground ourselves and not dwell in our emotions. The time for dispassionate inquiry is now. We must devote all our psychological resources to solving the problem of whether or not this is a problem, and, if it is, solving that problem. We need all the help we can get to decipher this message. We cannot take it lightly--for if this Worrisome Truth proves veracious, the entire existence of Kreation may be at stake, as outlandish as that sounds. Please send us any insights or theories you may have to aid us in bringing this worrisome chapter to a swift konklusion.

Stay Strong,
TKK Staff