Poetic spam

[KN]

The following is an actual email sent to me by people wishing to sell me Adobe Photoshop CS3 (protip: I own the Master Collection)


snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Of meaning like these—the world created by
The bees are buzzing,
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Again awaken from your being gone to find
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off


I believe this to be one of the finest works of this generation.

[Theory?]

::inhale::

Yo....::cough::...yo, man this is gonna make us rich! People will totally buy from us. ::inhale::

[Xlorep DarkHelm]

Amazing what they can do grabbing random passages from different works. :P

[Thefremen]

Kinda reminds me about that whole thing about monkeys at type writers writing shakespear.

[SlyFox]

Amazing what they can do grabbing random passages from different works. :P

It worked in the song "The Riddle".

[Grahamr]

I was fighting the Horde in AV once...and someone sent me poetry via a tell.

Out of nowhere.

But it was good poetry.

[KN]

I just got another one. This one is a lot better


Snow haze gleams like sand.
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
And beyond, the same sound of bees
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
I know,
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
And piled up at the base of the columns
To pick up even the quickening of wind
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
From there. Toward . . .
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
What? What can you do?

[seductivpancakes]

Aren't you lucky KN. All i get i spam about enhancing my sexual performance.

[voodooKobra]

The following is an actual email sent to me by people wishing to sell me Adobe Photoshop CS3 (protip: I own the Master Collection)


snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Of meaning like these—the world created by
The bees are buzzing,
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Nor, indeed, the bit of paint itself can know of.
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
And trumpet at his lips; nor does he cast
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
Again awaken from your being gone to find
At four, the spectators leave in pairs, off


I believe this to be one of the finest works of this generation.

http://www.emailpoetry.com

Submit it there.

[Picho]

The e-mail me stuff
About a program i own
No i wont purchase