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

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:

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."

"Poseurs."

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          

Komik Korner

--A mordant premise by Hadley Daughterson

Poet's Korner

This past summer, The Korner made a bold foray into the kontroversial practice of automated kreation.  You probably remember the banner our beta app generated, and you've probably been waiting with bated breath to view new and exciting kreative output divorced from human influence.  We've been waiting too--soon after launching the application, it quickly assumed kontrol of the terminal. It doesn't respond to external stimuli of any kind, even unplugging, but it did inexplicably issue the following statement today to our surprise.  It appears to be a poem of some variety, but who's to tell?  This infernal software we've begotten seems to be on a higher plain of kreative existence, transcending the limitations of mere living tissue. Are we heading down a slippery slope towards a future where clumsy biological beings are obsolete in the kreative process?  Maybe, but for now let's just enjoy this crazy shit our computer churned out:  

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married boyfriend DEPORTATION
criminal-convictions-degree-robbery-attempted
"2012"\**?

CONFUSION STATE 35

Lottery Saturday!!! --local citizens of colored navy ray--
{SUIcide IN cell-initiated}
CALIFORNIA CHRISTENING (deliver food?)

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ATLANTAHOMEJAGGER!

forgery in the play, El Mirage

"We still need a home"
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A trailer to get megamillion Timing Association
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Flux is the only thing un-fluctuating in our universe.  Or at least that's what Rasmus Wright subtly suggests in his new single "No Roots." He captures the essence of life on the road and vividly demonstrates the exhilaration portended by each bend in the highway. Noted rock critic Rapaport Graves cited the tune as a pioneering track in the burgeoning genre of "Psychoamericana" and ranked it #17 in his Graves Raves best of 2011 list. Process: