Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Fiction Korner

"Is This Fiction?"

My arms are cold in a way that they never have been before. The sky tilts and reminds me that finger-picking is, in fact, still an art that deserves rescuing from the mincing dictates of so much indie pop. Then, too, I recall my own struggles with what it is to be masculine, and what I derogatorily castigate as effeminate. Yes, despite my bedding-down in the locus of progressivity, I am beset by personal insecurities, the very manifestations of which have caused my torsic appendages this chill which prompted my prompt. But I am seeking home in the cold of my own creation, which itself will be transformed one way or another in the coming hours.

-Boo Merengue

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Video Korner

This morning, several of us here at The Korner stumbled upon a 3M Scotch Smart Mailer on the front stoop of the HQ. The return address box contained the following inscription:

Get from point "A" to point "B" as quickly as you can. Drum on the steering wheel and curse. Win that bread! Or stop in traffic. Get out. Look around. Your surroundings are the physical manifestation of broader trends. A litmus test spelling certain doom for the American Dream. Don't believe their lies! --Anon.

Inside the 8.5"x11" moisture resistant envelope was a smart phone. The device's memory appeared to be completely wiped, with the exception of this video:


It seems we have a rogue kreationist operating in our midst, which we welcome wholeheartedly! Anon., if you read this post, please swing by and collect your phone. Thanks.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Transcription Korner

Many, if not all of you, undoubtedly remember "Pennies in the Air Ducts," the landmark short film The Korner released on YouTube earlier this year. In it, we see Chris Peebles and BLENKO in a rare unguarded moment tackling the big issues of existence over the backdrop of scenic Boise, Idaho. Recently, our video host appears to have added an "Interactive Transcript" to accompany the video, perhaps to serve our aurally impaired followers. We feel they captured the repartee with the utmost precision. Cast an eye over:

0:13 dislike
0:18 i could be a pain
0:19 review ministerial than courtyard
0:23 received these notices wonder whether can't remember
0:27 carolyn didn't soccer club
0:37 that that was
0:38 part like i say like grilling like electric
0:42 want to know what you're saying
0:44 seeing those elected means it will be that ship on those buildings in the bag
0:48 what distinguish something missing
1:00 jennifer spotlight trace height light and flights
1:06 whatever boise tickets powerful economic my copy expelled like occupy our copy
1:12 sucks czechoslovakia often dog sorry that's like yours private rescue work
1:17 that's going to wipe it up with
1:20 like these
1:21 spell quit journalistic you know i mean i like
1:25 chances about that
1:27 the plane tickets
1:28 karen let's play for her pocket
1:31 minus staff here back recessionary times right in my backyard
1:37 okay
1:38 symphonies communists changed character
1:42 salzburg proper her
1:56 like to be like a bumblebee they also is
2:00 was nicole nears
2:03 why didn't he
2:05 the beads isis
2:07 be your return
2:09 be or not to be
2:13 that's my question
2:15 these words that really is and we think we don't even think about that but
2:19 they have white
2:21 meanings in their words inside of them
2:24 business-oriented reason convention
2:27 reusing and showing
2:30 they had to be convention really good huge pool
2:34 hi selection
2:36 suspect's attorney article except for her part
2:40 but
2:41 saturday
2:43 would help relieve the skies yeltsin's career
2:48 it's also finance planning
2:51 just drawing a line in the sky with political
2:55 different
2:56 it's up to you if you want to be contained underneath him more about that
3:00 yes let me know
3:01 livelihood
3:03 the meanwhile u
3:08 i really like i mean i did you ever see that movie
3:12 meetings
3:13 it's honda
3:17 it's like saying restrain him
3:20 internet site
3:22 just like
3:23 reality is what you make it big but these mental boundaries and we can you
3:27 can do and one of those is that we can fly at night
3:31 don't subscribe to that
3:34 it's just the doesn't make sense to me that we should like does bellies are
3:39 suffering
3:42 what is it really is saying there have been here
3:50 delegated
3:53 he's never

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Korner Wisdom

You can learn a lot about a man just by reading his autobiography.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Grab Some Bench

For nearly five years now, The Kreation Korner has called the Boise Bench home. From those halcyon days in 2007 until the present time, our operation has spread its tendrils far beyond our modest HQ, as if stimulated by a Kreative thigmotropism permeating the globe.  Nevertheless, the Bench kontinues to occupy a special place in the hearts of Kreationists near and far. What is it about this neighborhood we love so much? The list is long and may very well differ from unique individual to unique individual. We can all agree, however, that the Bench's unintentional patchwork of diverse denizens, architectural styles, business establishments and community institutions yields an authentic, gritty urban landscape--fertile ground for the Kreative process. Also, the cost of living is comparatively affordable. In our busy lives furthering the Kreative Kause, we can take for granted this paradise, despite our uncommon penchant for rigorous introspective. Fortunately, some higher konsciousness provides us with a wake-up call every now and then, such as the following photograph:


This plakard was spotted on a local public transit vehicle (aka "city bus"). Although its promotion of public participation is praiseworthy, its core assumptions are troubling.  Is the Bench's transportation infrastructure in need of a sprucing-up? Kreationists and families alike have gotten around with relative ease on the Bench for generations. Are sidewalks and bike lanes a much needed expressway towards Improvedqualityoflifeville? Or are they insidious avenues of ingress for the sterile, kreativity-killing palate of out-of-town redevelopers with dollar signs for irises? We concede that the environment (physical and otherwise) of a place in a given epoch is impermanent. We do not know how the Bench will change in the coming years, but The Korner stands poised to do what's in its purview to block the building of bourgeois bistros and boutiques and the baleful banality they'll bring. Peace.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Vakation Korner

Hella salutations to all of you out in the metaphysical kollective known as KreationLand. I, Gabe Gabriel, am typing this web blog from my cot, having been struck with a malady of unknown origin and considerable strength. But why dwell on that? The reason for today's post is to inform you of recent goings-on at the kreative forefront, namely, a recent trip by some of our best and brightest to the land of fast cars and star-love-makers. Yessiree, I speak of that beacon of western decadence, Los Angeles. Having sojourned to said locale with Blenko and Chris Peebles, I am pleased to report kreative output and introspection was on full tilt throughout the seven days of the trip. (So much so, in fact, that I suspect my current condition is akin to radiation sickness and derives from the sheer brilliance of the kreativity on display.) But again, I digress. Here I have included but a choice sampling of images which I hope will communicate some semblance of the atmosphere of our trek. Be. Hold.



The sight of Chris' second performance. Footage was confiscated by the authorities.


Sustenance, part 1.


Sustenance, part 2. Kreationists require multiple beverage and food things to sustain them.


Mothership connection.


Chris n' Blenko pallin' around.


We had been told by a desert freakshaman that we would find sweet relief from the desert sun along the Sultan's Sea. Bombay Beach did not disappoint.


Fish heads dotted the landscape. Our appetites were thus piqued.


The freakshaman also told us to look for the inebriated turtle known as Skip. We left with more questions than answers.

On the road. Again.