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Spam poetry: transcending the junk mail paradigmFreight train over avocado pit self-flagellatesPublished Friday 23rd July 2004 16:19 GMT It's taken a while, but we have sifted through the flotsam and jetsam which washes every day through inboxes world-wide and found the precious pieces of amber which lie hidden within. Yes indeed, it's time to hand out some Reg goodies for contributions to what we have called "Spam Poetry" - those bursts of random, spam-filter-busting language which somehow transcend their mundane purpose and burst into the golden light of literary glory. Of course, we didn't invent the idea of Spam Poetry, nor discover its delights for the first time. We're obliged to all those correspondents who wrote to us indicating the veritable Web cornucopia of such material and are pleased to note that spammers have unwittingly contributed so much to humanity. Nonetheless, we're here to further celebrate the genre. Each and every piece of Spam Poetry featured here secures the contributor a not-available-in-the-shops Reg lapel pin courtesy of Cash'n'Carrion. There are no overall winners, we're just going to go with the flow. Enjoy. First up, we have what we've entitled the "Pedigree Dog" genre. This encompasses random and fairly meanless collections of words which have a certain euphony. The concept will be familiar to owners of pedigree dogs who insist on giving their pooches ridiculous monikers: Pax Britannica General Belgrano and Joanna Lumley Celebrity Haircut are just two of the more noteworthy examples. Try this, from Simon Kember: lemuel babylonian folksong clockwatcher You get the idea. More: amphioxis nymphomania fluency bootlegged croix (eric) synchronous weatherstripping motorola placenta (Mark Harrop) improvident lutanist fluorine isfahan
topsy altimeter afro cocktail (John Gregor) annex spayed dolomitic ductwork (Nate K. McVaugh) pyrophosphate melodious ponchartrain pussy (Peter Stone) stag scenario calcium fuselage
amply calm durkin Jehovah (Martin Ward) orgiastic tuna cartilage hardscrabble linoleum (Ross Orr) And our favourite: Translucent gibbon rucksack bonanza (Chris Murray) Marvellous. There are neologisms to be had from spam, too. Here are four nice examples from Ann Barcomb: peppermintequinox
God alone knows what crotchetybegging is - perhaps it's got something to with one of the stories trumpeted in our next category, entitled "Leader Writing Made Easy". Trainee journalists take note: A curved coloring book makes baby Jesus cry (Stephen Jones) Girl scout negotiates a prenuptial agreement with fruit cake (Phil Bailey) Electrocardiograph sunbeam wastrel beset eyelid (User Los) Salesmen cognate gallstone (Ralf Stephan) Hydrogen atom living with necromancer (Peter Stone) Only you can archive nitrogen (Steven Hedges) Dilettantes remain burly (Mark Tomlinson) Oslo actinide besotted zombie (Simon Kember) Brusque Whitehall collarbone damp (Jack Miller) Pine cone living with wheelbarrow feels nagging remorse (Groc) Fetishist beyond fruit cake and eggplant from chestnut are what made America great! (Dermot Murphy) A variation on that last one crops up again later, so keep your eyes peeled. Now, sometimes you get the feeling that your spam is trying to deliver some form of profound message, or perhaps a warning. Reader Stuart Allen called this "Fortune Cookie" spam, and who are we to disagree?:
Here's another, from James Paterson:
Absolutely. Solid advice. It's pretty rare, but "Strategy Boutique" spam will be familiar to anyone who's ever read the results of a particularly over-excited technical brainstorming session:
Thanks to Ken Hill for that gem. We'll probably see it for sale as part of a £3,000 white paper before long. Onwards. You want flow of conciousness? You want profound insights? Look no further than our this selection of the truly profound - "Spam Prose" to truly tickle the intellect. First up we have this from Karl Pearson:
It's that hydrogen atom again. Good to see widows are still curmedgeonly, though. More, from Jim Maciejewski:
Flamethrowers? Of course. And we'd pay $10 to Senator Chuck Hagel's show "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai". Harold Tessmann III's run back into that pesky necromancer:
It's getting worse. Must be the LSD and Bolivian marching powder kicking in, as Simon O'Hare can prove:
All a bit too Naked Lunch, that one. Peter Bennett notes that he is pleased that Stephen has found succour from a tomato:
So, what was it that made America great? Graham Mann has another answer to this question:
Right, got it. Chris Coates wants to tell us something about mirrors:
Gonad dance with ballerina? Nasty. We need a beer after that. Calum Sharp can deliver:
No idea. Maybe Nick Godfrey can shed some light on the matter:
Hold on a minute... Was it Ursula or Sonja?. No matter, we have more weighty considerations to ponder, courtesy of Andrew Maguire:
So the satellite is feeling remorse, too - just like the pine cone. Blimey. Let's conclude this prosefest with this lovely example from Ben Murphy:
"And what is a woman, but a scary loaf?" Truly outstanding. Shakespeare himself would have been proud of that one. Penultimately, we tackle what can be called "Spam Poetry" proper. Its a thought-provoking melange of the profound and the melancholy - challenging material to be sure. We start with an offering from Jasmine Strong. Jasmine is an old mate of El Reg, having previously failed in spectacular fashion to keep her haikus to 17 syllables:
The most terrible what? Don't keep us in suspense.... These two related offerings, from Steve Hallsted and Owen Cunningham, on the other hand, are a bit less truncated, but no less surreal:
Smiling silver underwear? A lovely thought. As is a bouncing turkey:
Thanks to Jon Winter for that. If you like your poetry short and sweet and not to any point whatsoever, try this from Nora Miller:
Yep. Like it. Like this too, from Ian Naylor. He notes that any poem with this first line is a sure-fire winner:
Embusk they may well do, but do they concord, asks Andy Furnish?:
Crikey. Our penultimate offering is this beautiful effort sent by Benjamin Johnstone-Anderson:
Think about it. But not too hard. And finally, proof that the ghost in the machine may really be talking to us comes from this extract from an email header submitted by Patrick:
Enough said. ® BootnoteThanks to all of those many readers who submitted stuff, and thanks to Chris Allen and Dave Chamberlin who were the original inspiration for this compendium of spam madness.
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