Windup toys by Ranjit Bhatnagar
My bot pentametron and I made a book! Encomials: Sonnets from Pentametron is out now from Counterpath Press, as part of the Using Electricity series edited by Nick Montfort. It’s a collection of sonnets made up entirely of texts collected automatically from Twitter over the last five years or so.
Along with Nick and two other authors from the series, we’ll be doing a mini-northeast book tour next week. Pick up a copy at one of the readings, or you can order it from the distributor (and probably Amazon soon).
After ten years, I’m quitting the Instrument-a-Day project. I’m declaring this February to be COLLAB FEB, in which I will try to do as many very small sound/music collaborations as possible. Get in touch if you want to join!
I don’t think I’ll have time to make an instrument today, so here from a bus on the way back to New York is a selection of some of my favorite instruments from the last few years. I’ll try to catch up tomorrow.
The Music Box Village in New Orleans is open for the spring season, including the house that Alyssa Dennis and I made (pictured above). Check their site for hours and concert schedules: musicboxvillage.com
Instrument-a-day is back! This is my ninth year of making a new musical instrument (loosely defined) every day in February.
An easy one for day one: I tied a piece of fishing line to a battery-powered cappuccino frother to make a strumming machine.
It’s random but global, so everyone listening will hear the same texts at the same time.
(It seems to work best in OSX Safari, where it can find an Irish accent. In Chrome it sometimes freezes up.)
And some text-twisting, looking for accidental pentameter and accidental acronyms in the text of Ulysses:
I am another now and yet the same.
About a million barrels all the same.
He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
My boots were creaking I remember now.
The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.
She was entitled to her widow’s dower
Think you’re the only pebble on the beach?
All that Italian florid music is.
Door of the stables near Cecilia street.
She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time.
It was exactly seventeen o’clock.
Four winners yesterday and three today.
(A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts.
says is the book sensation of the year.
LYNCH: (Lifting Kitty from the table) Come!
Yet I’ve a sort a Yorkshire relish for…