Well, it finally happened. We were wondering how long it would take for our eyes and ears to be visited upon again by the unknown guerilla kreationist. Turns out it was slightly over 10 months, a timespan whose symbolism eludes us. Huey Dood discovered this enigmatic clip on loop in his Microsoft Monocle early this morning. It took some doing to export and upload the video, but here goes:
While the intentions, if any, of this video and its predecessors remain shrouded in mystery, we find in them pleasant bemusement rather than fear and foreboding as we let the Spirit of Kreation wash over us, lifting us from konsternation. Such is the unburdening power of Kreationism!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
Poet's Korner
Here's the latest phantasmagoria from Chris Peebles. To be earnest, we're at a loss for words with this passage. We'll find it less perplexing in a few years when we catch up to Chris. Enkounter:
"Babel Andre A.M."
I'm in
a maze
level off
a childhood game
on a machine
doors slide
shut behind
us as
we progress
us being
forgotten companions
I believe
we reach
a static chamber
after the gates
as fixed bodies
dread fades
as a giant extends
arm and hand down
a ledge that we
felt too high
he wrestles me
up to where
I can shimmy
up to where
I can stand
like the party
still trapped
below my guide
is no longer
known to me
he leads we
head back
doors negotiated
an obscure way in
spite of no bearing
I can't recall
a more
vivid piece than forcing
a window to scale
a wall outside to
a window to enter
a hallway to where
I'm not stuck
--Chris Peebles
"Babel Andre A.M."
I'm in
a maze
level off
a childhood game
on a machine
doors slide
shut behind
us as
we progress
us being
forgotten companions
I believe
we reach
a static chamber
after the gates
as fixed bodies
dread fades
as a giant extends
arm and hand down
a ledge that we
felt too high
he wrestles me
up to where
I can shimmy
up to where
I can stand
like the party
still trapped
below my guide
is no longer
known to me
he leads we
head back
doors negotiated
an obscure way in
spite of no bearing
I can't recall
a more
vivid piece than forcing
a window to scale
a wall outside to
a window to enter
a hallway to where
I'm not stuck
--Chris Peebles
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Memetic Korner
The Kreation Korner staff has recently become aware of the phenomenon sweeping the world wide web known as the "internet meme." Inasmuch as we can discern, the "internet meme"--or simply "meme," as we've taken the liberty to shorten it to--is nothing more than an image with text superimposed on it. From our initial findings, these picture-word amalgams are generally composed of recognizable pop culture iconography, exhibit a vaguely humorous tone and are easily disseminated to a wide audience through the internet--much as a viral agent spreads and systematically shuts down an immunocompromised body, organ by organ. We figure, hell, it's about time The Korner hopped aboard the meme monorail. To that end, we searched online for material related to well-known celebrities. After minimal deliberation, we decided to pursue the following video as meme fodder:
Then, we enlisted our intern Chad to distill the clip to its essence and synthesize a single, static panel to serve as an eminently transferable and accessible sociopsychological touchstone for the innumerable masses jacked in to cyberspace the world over. One Korner-style meme comin' up:
Friday, January 17, 2014
Poet's Korner
Hyperbolic Discharge
I'm so mad my head's gonna fall off!
You're too stupid to live!
This house is bigger than Taco Bell Arena!
He's so old he remembers a time before alphabets!
If you don't believe in the Constitution, you're Baphomet incarnate!
Sorry, my doctor prescribed me pills
For this problem.
Just haven't gotten the prescription filled
yet.
-Tum Cruz
I'm so mad my head's gonna fall off!
You're too stupid to live!
This house is bigger than Taco Bell Arena!
He's so old he remembers a time before alphabets!
If you don't believe in the Constitution, you're Baphomet incarnate!
Sorry, my doctor prescribed me pills
For this problem.
Just haven't gotten the prescription filled
yet.
-Tum Cruz
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
On The Bench
It is with trepidatious hearts that we bring you what is undoubtedly the latest chapter in an unfortunate story we've observed unfolding in our immediate surroundings. You may recall a a post from August 2012 in which we decried the appearance of possible harbingers of redevelopment on our beloved Bench. Today, we regret to inform you that new information has come to light--information that far transcends mere portentousness and demonstrates that the kommodification of our neighborhood by growth machinists is imminent. We came by this knowledge when our own Damien Melange, though in sanctuary at the Surinamese consulate on Boise's swanky Embassy Row, hacked the following korrespondance from a data center in the American Southwest early this morning:
Our immediate reaction, other than confusion at the letter's excessive and alienating use of jargon, was one of horror at the realization that new development is coming down the pipeline right under our sniffers. One would think that as long-time residents of the Bench our input on these drastic measures would be valued. But our elected and appointed leaders didn't even so much as email us a Poll Primate questionnaire! We know now that "EUCLID" stands for "Emerald Urban Corridor Local Improvement District", but would assuredly still be in the dark if we didn't have an informant in the Planning & Zoning office. Clearly, our supposedly incorruptible city government is kolluding with this Hart Packard scumbag to refashion our enclave as the tony Emerald Urban Corridor, probably to make it more "livable"--whatever that means. How brazen it is to think one can actually make a place!
Map by Hadley Daughterson. Satellite base layer kourtesy of Google Maps
As this discovery has sunk in over the hours here at the HQ, our feelings have grown surprisingly divided. On one end of the spectrum, there are those kontributors among us who believe that preservation of the Bench, the very seat of Kreationism, in its present state is vital to maintaining a coherent Kause here and in the Kreative diaspora around the world. maljohn, for instance, has taken advantage of the unseasonably clement weather of late and chained himself to a vacant lot across the street in protest of any and all revitalization projects that would threaten our ancestral homeland, so to speak. Another kamp at the Korner, composed mostly of the younger generation, seems to be of the mind that humanity is rapidly entering a post-spatial age in which kranial implants will allow us to interface to a fully virtual existence a la the Wachowskis' Matrix franchise. Needless to say, their feelings on the very physical HQ and Kommune are "meh". Wherever any one of us stands, time waits for no Kreationist and we've all resolved to remain stoic and vigilant as Packard's malevolent timetables loom nearer. Stay tuned for more, if any, Bench redevelopment updates.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Koding Korner
It seems these days one can't walk any measurement of distance without hearing about coding. Coding, coding, coding! Should we learn to code? Is coding as essential a skill as basic reading or math? To gain some perspective on this ubiquitous yet elusive practice, we held a video kontest. We asked for submissions that vividly encapsulate the kultural importance of coding in under two minutes. The following is the only entry we received. We were hoping for more, but acknowledge that we are likely at fault for the deficiency as we totally spaced advertising. Come to think of it, we're puzzled as to how this "Cube A. Sick" character even heard about it. In any case, Sick made a pretty deece vid (decent video). We're sure it would have easily been a kontender for runner-up had we received more submissions. Input:
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