Fiction, film, art and design by:
Jay Corless
Writing
Zero Minutes Magazine
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Open publication - Free publishing - More post-its On a lonely fall day a few years ago, I decided to write and photograph, in the spirit of Jack Kerouac, anything and everything that entered my lazy mind.  It was sort of my tribute to streaming conscientiousness. But where Jack stopped at writing I added photography. [...]

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Permanent Tourist

So there it is.  My proverbial first step into my new life and new city.  I’ve landed in New York City, via London, Miami and a cross country road trip exploring American creativity.  The truth is that really isn’t my first step.  I’ve been here a couple of days, but it is the first step [...]

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I am Here to Understand

Haiku: Something so simple unseen, felt and devoured never ending love Share

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Happy New Year

Happy New Year people. I’m just taking a little break from my dissertation. I’ve been writing this thing for about a month now. The 25000 words became 18000 and now its down to the requisite hand in length, 15 000. I’m happy that its almost over. I’m also kind of sad. I’ve really enjoyed my [...]

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The Orange Taxi

Painting, for me, is true freedom. Its singular freedom. I can do what I want, when I want and how I want it done. Its freedom from the worries, thoughts and suggestions of others. It’s me alone with a blank canvas. Sound great? Well it is, certain aspects of painting are anyway. There is the [...]

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Fragile Lives

I’m not exactly sure why but lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about how everything around us is so fragile or is it? Sometimes it feels or advertising wants us to believe that the course of history can be changed by simply crossing the street, buying cigarettes or not buying drinking water. As I [...]

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Zero Minutes

During a walk in Paris and London a few years back I decided I would write and photograph everything that interested me during a certain moment or in a given place. Zero Minutes is the outcome of that day.

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Haiku N° 5 – Kiss me

Often as I wander the streets of Paris a beautiful face will catch my eye. I’ll watch to see if she is watching, only to quickly look away when I’ve been watched. Haiku N° 5 reflects the strongest of these moments.

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Haiku N°4 – Dependence

Occassionally while I’m connecting with my favorite hobby. I really wonder if my nightly dinner is as healthy for me as it possibly could be. I love my evening dose but fear it my be numbing me.

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Haiku N° 3 – Fear Order

Sometimes those with the best intentions are really the ones we should fear the most. I have nothing against working for the betterment of humanity. I do though fear those who place their plans and ideas above the freedom of the individual. I guess that’s why I naturally “fear order.”

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Haiku N° 2 – With you

There is no doubting the importance of having friends, loved ones and family near you in times in need. When they are gone it hurts and sometimes the only thing that stays is the desire to be “with you.”

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Haiku N° 1 – The view

Sometimes it’s nice to just sit back and be lead. The responsibility of finding a destination lies with others. Liberty, freedom and time to think is reflected in this view.

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Haiku Series
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Regular visitors to this website may know that I enjoy writing. Since there aren't actually regular visitors to Ptv then I guess that means that no one is aware of my joys but that is beside the point.

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Fish Ballet in Atlanta

There is a strange feeling that comes of over people when they enter the underworld of fish and swimming animals.

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Southern Fried Culture – Colored Water from the trip
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It's been a while since I uploaded some of my colored waters so I thought I would share a few more. Here's some I painted during my trip through the South.

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Yee Haw Renaissance!

Welcome back to regular programming of PTV. I stepped away for a couple of weeks to enjoy a bit of the “La Vita Local” in Italy. Now back to the stories from the Southern Fried Culture road trip.

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Advertisement from Italy

This unpaid advertisement is for taking a moment away from it all to live La Vita Local. The background image was collected and compile from Google Image. The regurlarly scheduled “Southern Fried Culture” will return momentarily.

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Blue Plate Specials in Knoxville

“Country music was born just up the road in Bristol, it grew up here in Knoxville and was sold out and corrupted in Nashville, Tennesse,” blasted Tony Lawson with laughter, smiles and the confidence of a man living his dream.

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Golden Globe of the World Expo

In 1982 Knoxville, Tennesee hosted the World’s Fair from 1 May to 31 October under the theme of ‘Energy turns the World’. As with every World Expo the host city usually builds a symbolic monument to mark the occasion.

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Me, drive 55?

Sammy Hagar famously sang I can’t drive 55 and neither can I.

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I saw Rock City
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It wasn't as big a disppointment as South of the Border or Ron Jon's Surfshop, other kings of southern roadside advertising, but it wasn't a ten either. All in all its part of Southern Fried Culture and I'm glad I went.

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Sipping coffee overlooking the Tennessee

While sipping coffee on the deck of the Hunter Museum in Chattanooga with a view of the Tennessee River a sudden feeling of déjà vu overcame me.

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Roadside advertising

Once on I-75 and a little more comfortable with my sudden change of plans heading towards Chattanooga, Tennessee instead of Asheville, North Carolina, I settled into the joyous mindlessness of long distance driving.

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Wrong Turn

I initially booked an economy car from Dollar-rent-a-car for my adventure through the Southeast. The culture is interesting but you definitely need a car to see it all. I got a car because I wanted to see three cities in two days and the train wasn’t going to cut it. I also wanted the peace of mind you can find from driving on open roads.

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p-520-450-7051d0bc-8a0d-49c3-a703-9a8dd3d11f3b.jpeg Quickly and briefly. Ptelevision started in 1996 when I couldn't watch TV. Without access to my favorite past time I tried other things. I tried writing, painting, photography, you name it. Ptv is what I did when nothing was on or I had nothing to do.  It's interesting what your mind will do when your eyes are free to roam. Read More




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