Dada poetry makes a comeback in spam mail...
Shiver start, claustrophobia Dbundoora. Moluccas intervene.
Augusta canary marine,
Mealtime ton.
Blimp waxwork, atmosphere cole. Marionette faro.
Beauteous splendid boar,
Cranberry crawford.
Delphinus fresnel, stanchion allowance. Breastplate tibia.
Demography expose sci,
Dingy crackpot.
What all this has to do with CHEAP INK!!! is anybody's guess, but I quite liked it. Some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. It had interesting rhythmic devices, too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul, which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other, and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into...whatever it was the poem was about.
Yes.
[/HHGttG geekery]
Edited for clarification, and to add:
As if the first attempt to bemuse me with their beatnik ink-cartridge-selling ways wasn't enough, a second missive from "Pasquale Hendrix" arrived in my inbox. Crumble necktie, he croons (perhaps hoping this display of rumpled formalwear - emblematic of his disregard for the corporate framework - will lure me into purchasing more ink for my printer), corp date. Classificatory keenan.
Donnybrook cliche expellable,
Cahill amphetamine.
Craftspeople infamous, kampala inelegant. Pout proof.
Electroencephalograph clio revet,
Jeroboam introspect.
Brainwash incurred, pontiff gall. Paddock resignation.
Bottleneck basepoint mind,
Sleepy surfactant.
The man's artistic soul is obviously crying out for recognition, spam emails his only outlet.
Shiver start, claustrophobia Dbundoora. Moluccas intervene.
Augusta canary marine,
Mealtime ton.
Blimp waxwork, atmosphere cole. Marionette faro.
Beauteous splendid boar,
Cranberry crawford.
Delphinus fresnel, stanchion allowance. Breastplate tibia.
Demography expose sci,
Dingy crackpot.
What all this has to do with CHEAP INK!!! is anybody's guess, but I quite liked it. Some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. It had interesting rhythmic devices, too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul, which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other, and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into...whatever it was the poem was about.
Yes.
[/HHGttG geekery]
Edited for clarification, and to add:
As if the first attempt to bemuse me with their beatnik ink-cartridge-selling ways wasn't enough, a second missive from "Pasquale Hendrix" arrived in my inbox. Crumble necktie, he croons (perhaps hoping this display of rumpled formalwear - emblematic of his disregard for the corporate framework - will lure me into purchasing more ink for my printer), corp date. Classificatory keenan.
Donnybrook cliche expellable,
Cahill amphetamine.
Craftspeople infamous, kampala inelegant. Pout proof.
Electroencephalograph clio revet,
Jeroboam introspect.
Brainwash incurred, pontiff gall. Paddock resignation.
Bottleneck basepoint mind,
Sleepy surfactant.
The man's artistic soul is obviously crying out for recognition, spam emails his only outlet.