This copy comes from part of the spam I just received:
Out of debt, out of danger. Veranda with her gracious body starts off the scene nice and slow. Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried. Her swollen, dripping hole ached for that meat deep inside her for 30 minutes of cruel video! Experience does not err. Only your judgments err by expecting from her what is not in her power. One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.
Now I know that the reason for this strange syntax and stranger juxtapositions must lie in an attempt to evade spam filters. Yet, just as I find beauty in those "postmodern" found poems that consist of a list of words with no intrinsic connection, I'm intrigued by several details here: the words "gracious," "cruel," and "err," not to mention the architecturally resonant name "Veranda;" the lone exclamation point; the antiquated sound of, "One weeps not save when one is afraid;" the disjunction between the final sentence and the one preceding it. I think someone should start a library documenting the aesthetic dimension to spam. Indirection is, after all, the foundation of artistic expression.
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Thanks! I'm trying to come at this from an Altieri / Adorno angle: problems with a politics (and poetics) of the signifier, instrumental reason, yadda yadda yadda.
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