Wednesday, January 07, 2009


While handwriting out the text in Jukka-Pekka Kervinen's Tiny Book, Randion screpts, I handwrite texts like
eakedide drightion.
noue. Visque Charry

mativerte oweember.
preous. hotoric. sacturia

Some might consider them nonsensical words. But what I discovered, in hand-writing them out and thus paying said texts a focused attention, is that these aren't nonsense. They are witty musical notes. And meant to be performed.

This is just one of many paradoxes that keep me ever-fascinated with Jukka's output -- how his machines can't avoid soul. Yo go, bro.

P.S. Jukka considers Randion screpts a hay(na)ku collection though the tercet word-count goes 2, 1, 3. It's all legitimate as the hay(na)ku wouldn't be what it is if it didn't inspire form-evolution; and Jill Jones, too, in her hay(na)ku Tiny Book Speak Which uses the same count.

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