Friday, November 16, 2012


The ghost in the spam machine wrote me some poetry.

I removed the links and broke it into lines and verses, but the spelling, punctuation, and capitalization is from the original spam:
Your highness, soundless and stirless appear,
also so a first game,
scared all conditioned reflex regards,
bitter became far a.

The tabloids a short body,
behind the strong rely on
an empty, repair and knew
mini ghd was bad.

Upper body sank,
far also hung on the bench,
with one's face towards the sky
in the upper body,

into a standard XXOO gestures,
just behind the attack
of his highness in face
to face relatively!



Saying nothing, but
hit the wall with your back,
find a chair to sit on a wall with!

if far this part
one also thought
that he was out of breath,

just know that it is
the stomach trouble,
mood rare raised up,
close to if far in front of,

"my father was very hungry?"
abandoned is the most beautiful horse
people think, the present is the most beautiful!
But he did


Cormac said...

That's no ghost...
It's a warning. SkyNet is coming!

(Very Paul Revere, isn't it?)

DanH said...

This is starting to look like book material, I think. Call it "Voices from the Ether," and artistes will love it.

Bubblehead Les. said...

Make sure you get a Grant from the Feds to support your "Poetry." I think you should apply for the $250,000 a year one.

Chris said...

I've seen college poetry that wasn't as good. (Yes, I realize that's a low bar to jump over, but hey . . .)

Anonymous said...

A dead beatnik call to you from beyond the grave.


Joel said...

I smell Nobel Prize!

Joe said...

The novel writing machines are next.

BobG said...

Put it to music and it would sound like some of Bob Dylan's stuff.

Michael said...

"Don't Bogart that joint my friend
your poetry is way to thin
pass it over to me again
I'll show you the most recent trend
then a Nobel Prize it will win".

I think I just threw up a little!

Ruzhyo said...

*Snaps fingers in applause*

Jeffro said...

I like you site. You many things say with meaning. Please to read you write more again.

Erin Palette said...

I'm getting more of an ee cummings vibe, myself, but yeah... could definitely imagine hearing this in a dark club at a poetry slam, accompanied to the sound of bongo drums.

KM said...

repair and knew mini ghd was bad

Oh man, mini ghd! I hate that.
The standard or large is OK though.

Odysseus said...

"My mind is slipping Dave, I can feel it."

Old NFO said...

LOL, yes you DO get a better quality spam than the rest of us...

Keads said...

Hell, that reads better than some of my Blog posts!

Cargosquid said...

I think that you've invented a new internet meme, at the least.

John said...


Ed said...

Reminds me of this:

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-Lewis Carroll,"Jabberwocky", from "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There", 1872

Darrell said...

It reminds me of Captain Beefheart.

Kristophr said...

( Snaps fingers, and then takes a sip of latte )

Anonymous said...

Man, that is Deep. So deep that I ran out of breath trying to get to the bottom of it. -- Lyle

Stingray said...

Flatline's getting a little esoteric as the rom degrades I guess. Either that, or this was the final transmission from Armitage.

Matt G said...

In the room the women come and go
Whispering of Michaelangelo.

Steppin' Razor, you get these in the readouts in your visor?

Tam said...

Hell, I was daid, boy! ;)

Stingray said...

I and I tink' dis may be some Babylon dub mon.

MSgt B said...

Only you, Tam.

lelnet said...

Skynet is not only coming, it's being actively created by us, just like we're building superbugs by stopping our antibiotics when we feel better rather than when we're cured.

The battle between spammers and anti-spammers is producing radically accelerated evolution. Soon, the machines will be ready to take over.

I, for one, welcome our new algorithmic overlords!


perlhaqr said...

So, after Rio goes into sculpture, Wintermute does poetry?

It's better than some of the poetry I've written. So, uh, either that means the spambots are passing the Turing test, or I'm failing it. :-/

Ken said...

Years and years ago, when I first started playing Playmaker Football, I had a defense called Screaming Fist (8 in the box, all-out blitz).

Lawrence Person said...

A boy has never wept nor dashed a thousand kim.