incendiary wit from a perpetually curious techfemme... and the crap I find on the interwebs.

poetry, via viagra.

has anyone ever looked at these strange nonsensical prose poems that come in your junk mail?
here is one that came in some viagara spam today:

For any part of them we can make out
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroached
Centimeters—that the height of the canvas
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
In a single floral stroke,
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
Life, or only joy, that stands out
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,
To pick up even the quickening of wind
To a higher level of appearance.
That desire has ever built, have approached
for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
Before those virile women!


they come in all the spam emails I've ever gotten.
is there a reason for them?
like, a meta-tag kind of reason?
that sort of thing?
or is it just a way to use ten euphemisms for erections
just so the people sending the emails can entertain themselves?



6.10.07 selene said...

OH MAN, i get way too many of these and they just amuse me more every time. i have no idea what their purpose is either, but i enjoy reading them out loud to people.

7.10.07 emceesher said...

i actually love these, sometimes they're just excerpts from famous works designed to trick spam filtering software, emulating a "natural email"

but i think there's an undiscovered higher form of art here.

some of these are random words strung together from sentence generators, and often it's BEAUTIFUL stuff!

Fortunately, it's not a metaphor, but i BET you could decode it that way with enough intention!


7.10.07 emceesher said...

also, it seems like most of the lines are recompiled from this website: