...

“Thus the days went by at Terralba, and our sensibilities became numbed, since we felt ourselves lost between an evil and a virtue equally inhuman.”

The Cloven Viscount
by Italo Calvino

Rinta-Perälä interviews himself all over

What's the meaning of life?
Proof of employment.

What's that smell?
Afterlife.

What's your favourite colour?
Snorkelers are degenerate perverts.

Why should landlords consider your charisma?
I'm just the sort of maniac.

Why should lunatics encourage you?
There's more nibbling in it than you think.

Kuluttavat harhailujalat

meillä on jäntevä elopää
haarojen ituveri
tyvijyvän kanta
muotojen risumuren

avarra jalan taakkaa

meillä on punosimulohko
juurtuman itku
synnyntövihanta
pahat orasosakkaat

-

worn out by rambling feet

we have a wiry force head
branching sprout blood
base of the crown grain
shapely brush crumble

broaden the foot's burden

we have a weave draw fraction
weepings of the rooted
blooming breeding
bad limb members