Poetry

Apparently 4,500,000% of internet traffic is spam emails. As email filters improve, the spammers have to get cleverer with their messages to make sure they get through. One way of doing this is by including random text copied from a variety of sources, to make the email appear genuine to any automatic filters. I believe there is a potential for a whole new genre of poetic literature to emerge from this practice. Just look at this one I received in my work inbox today. I was moved.


The ordinary, wide scene which begins
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Of meaning like these—the world created by
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
And beyond, the same sound of bees
Centimeters—that the height of the canvas
Out of the road into a way across
He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Again awaken from your being gone to find
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Covering the land—
Of meaning like these—the world created