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More Fun With Spam
Spam Poetry
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The
spam-bot
not only creates delectable names, it
makes poetry! those random snippets of gibberish which
fill out the subject lines and pseudo-message blocks
in some spam mailings
percolate
with potential import.
The
medium may be
the message, but meaning is in the eye of the
beholder. To make poetry
out of spam,
simply string
together random words and phrases, adding a noun here or some punctuation
there, in whatever manner strikes your muse
of the moment.
Spam poetry is
similar in principle to those poetry fridge magnets, but
can be more fun. For one
thing, the
words won't fall off the fridge and get dusty and
disappear.
And,
there is a
constant flow of material, enough for an epic to
rival
Beowulf (though less
structured and more Joyceian).
It's
free,
it's fun,
it stirs the creative cauldron.
Go
with the flow --
release your inner auteur!
To
get you started,
here are some lines I culled from recent
spam-bot
"authors,"
and
arranged with
only the occasional use of poetic license. Feel free
to rearrange
at
will, or check
your own spam for further inspiration.
Be
stand as imperished
jewelled...salary together as a matter of course.
Nobody's
business any
more...all.
Re:
committing -- there's
always more. But I was bashful enough to drink it
and say
nothing.
The successful
one, I assure you.
We
had gone on so far in
a mixture of confidential jest
and
earnest credit to the
coach.
And
here, in the very
first stage, I was supplanted
By
a shabby man.
Would
you ride with me a
little way tomorrow morning?
asked my Fiddler,
humming a tune, to show that he was quite at ease.
And translate my swing tinge?
I began to think there was something disorderly in his being there.
So fall
the foam...the
face.
There was something positively awful to me in this, neat and complete as
a doll's parlour, but for Barkiss's illness.
It is not in my power to retrace, one by one, all the weary phrases.
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