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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Fiktion Korner

"Pride and All Its Use"

I was trying to do this thing right. That's how Ed said I should. But it was like a dog trying to tune a guitar. The thing just wasn't coming off the way I'd planned.

It didn't help that I really wanted no part of the rules of reality. I wanted to feel fulfilled at all times. Or maybe that wasn't the problem at all. Regardless, I was lost and forlorn. Aw hell, I thought. Circumstances ain't the worst, but they ain't the best either. Just that day I'd broke my own phone at work out of frustration or boredom, or. It was something. But I had to make the damn thing work for the rest of my shift, so there was no satisfaction in it for me. Just a tree falling in a forest with no one aroudn to hear it.

And much as I would have liked to just walk out, I coulnd't bring myself to do so. Coward, I thought. Only a coward can't see hisself to a living that suits him. Well, what would I like? A job with my hands, I supposed. But I didn't want to sell nothin, and I didn't want to lie to no one. And that's about the only thing it seems people get paid for these days.

And so I sat. Sipped my coffee, gone cold and making onerous yawps my belly. And when that phone rang, I picked the earpiece up in one hand and the mouthpiece in the other and laid my self down.

-Snap E. Tom, 1966. Originally featured in Songs of Tom: Shorts Stories 1963-1967 (Kastanet Publishing, 1967).

Kwote of the Day

"Mozart, Pascal, Boolean algebra, Shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, Newton, the emancipation of women, Kant, Balanchine ballets, et al. don’t redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. The white race is the cancer of human history." --Susan Sontag

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GRECH, Charles Schwab Tomorrow, 2014. Collage, 12ft. x 8ft.

Musik Korner

Today, the rich and varied tradition of Kreative Musik grows a little richer and more varied. Just this morning, Rasmus Wright recorded and released the following track. He was admitted to the mental health unit at St. Alf's shortly thereafter. According to an oddly morbid hospital staffer, the process of making this single was a mental, physical and emotional ordeal akin to extracting one's own spleen with a Swiss Army Knife. Last we checked, Wright was finally resting and is in good hands. Awareness of the origin of the following tune makes it all the more eerie, but we guarantee it stands up on its own. We wish Ras a speedy recovery and will try to not feel too guilty about allowing his trauma to enrich our lives. Keep your ears peeled: