Spam Poetry

[dadafountain]

This one's from our good pal "Quintus Call". I really think they outdid themselves this time, though I think our friend may be a turn-of-the century Anarchist Joycean

Comments

[kirstyn]

has this been the subject of a harper's article yet? if it hasn't, someone needs to pitch it. fast. i vote one of us. all of us. you, me, casey, and erin, tag-teaming harper's... we'll be like, "yo, bitches! check it! we're the voice of america! now listen to us rap about this wack-ass spam poetry!" seriously, though. where does this shit come from? is it one more symptom of the blossoming sentiency of internet-and-computer-consciousness, whose aesthetics, of course, are more postmodern than humans alone could ever conjure? has the novel truly died to give birth to a thousand and one prodigal bairns, disguised as credit card offers? no one would ever think to look THERE!

i'm really dehydrated. this is what happens. senselessness.

[dadafountain]

"has the novel truly died to give birth to a thousand and one prodigal bairns, disguised as credit card offers? no one would ever think to look THERE!"

Wow that's in full-on manifesto mode I think you should save that gem for future use in a dire circumstance.

Also I'm fueled by whisky and mid period bob dylan and the meditative experience of having to do my tax returns hours on end (not all simultaneously. ok simultaneously don't tell the feds) so I feel that.

[kirstyn]

i found out this morning that my parents put whisky on my gums when i was teething. a lot of things just sort of fell into place after hearing that news. right now i'm fueled by three times as much coffee as i usually imbibe, half an hour on the radio, eggs 'n' beans, and a new green felt hat. power up, rangers, power up!

i dig the non-punctuation of that first sentence you just wrote up there -- it's replaying itself in my head all in one breath and i might just have to record it or something. i do need to write a song for the new hat. maybe it'll go in there! shall send you said song as soon as it occurs...

[kirstyn]

spam poetry also reminds me way, way too much of what often happens when i go for a week without writing and then go out for a pint by myself and whip out the notebook to make myself feel busy and interesting and then attempt a freewrite. yeah. the freewrite looks like that.