Poet's Korner

It's been a long time since last we heard from cowboy poet Steed Stetson. Mostly he keeps to himself but given the strife that has received increased visibility in our country of late, he just couldn't remain silent. In the following poem, we are reminded how Steed is confounded by a contemporary world that increasingly rankles his traditional Western values. Oblige:

Last night I turned on the TV
Nothing worthwhile, that I could see
Fear mongers shout and ply their trade
Tell us we must be afraid
So lock your doors and buy a gun
Or maybe two or ten for fun
It is your right, it's self-defense
But me, I find this a pretense
For if you're in the dominant pack
Buildin' an arsenal widens the gap
Choices keep cruelty common
Further enable white supremacist lawmen
They protect and serve the billionaire
The oligarch thriving on class warfare
Obamacare, the scourge of our day
At least that's what the "news" outlets say
They distract us with the wrong debate
Capitalism is what we should hate
A coercive system that harms us
Causin' fights where there oughtn't be a fuss
Call me naive but there should be enough
For us all to thrive it shouldn't be tough
Food and comfort, safety, respect
Things no human doesn't expect
For us all the government should make things right
Instead of just meetin' the needs of rich whites
Maybe I'm just an ignorant cowpoke
But in 2014, too bad it's no joke
That state-sanctioned bullies kill with impunity
And folks live in real fear in too many a city

Video Korner

The following untitled, unattributed video was discovered earlier today on a memory stick wedged in a front-door handle at The Kreation Korner HQ. It was wrapped in newsprint inscribed with the following quote:

"Every word that is spoken and sung here represents at least this one thing: that this humiliating age has not succeeded in winning our respect." 

--Hugo Ball

Let us all take a moment:

Fiction Korner

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--Jawn Steighmeaus 

Shouted Word Korner

Back in early June of this year, Chris Peebles provided the following track to Boise noise duo BATHSALTS for their multimedia live performance. While such a kollaboration was technically unauthorized under Chris' exclusivity kontract with The Kreation Korner, the resultant audio audyssey is well worth the breach in procedure. Kontract schmontract! Hold on to your butts:

Poet's Korner

Found poetry, 11/6/14, 4:26 PM, N 9th St, Boise, ID:

Korrespondence Korner

Merry Retail Death Match Day to you all! We here at the Kommune just awoke from a group turchiaroni koma to find the following letter from none other than Gabe Garbiel. Although things finally seem to have stabilized without our resident archivist-cum-documentarian-cum-everyman, there remains a hole in the heart of our organization. As you'll read, however, Gabe may well be with us again very soon. With any luck, he'll be carving the tempehloin roast on the feast day of Santo Kreato next month! Take in:

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