Inadvertent poetic prose in spamblogs

[dianeduane]

Used to be that, every now and then, when I'd see a name in the Blogger referral logs for a blog that I didn't recognize, I'd click on the link and go have a look. I rarely do that any more unless the referral from the blog is a repeat, because if it's not, it's almost always a link to a spamblog -- one of those artificially generated weblogs whose only purpose is to drive business to some other site, or push up the owner's Google ratings on said other site. I really hate those things.

Yet every now and then I find myself looking at one of them anyway, if only by accident; and every now and then, the mashups of written material they use to try to confuse the search engines into thinking they contain something -- well, like content -- have a strange poetry to them. This one, for example, I found this morning; its real purpose in life is to get you to go to some ringtone site. But in passing it says this --

but never in their ardest whiskered did they re-deposit all of that super-saxony. Yet the mourning-dresses opposed up, and the ale set out in the dining-room, and the cosette of hot shoare washt from the kitchen.

And Verty, with the variousness in his interventionist millstone, blows away the gunsmithery from the canvas. Then I observe the Bettws-y-coed, by no means such a culpasse, although more adventurous than the Mitre by its side; and in the Klerksdorp I see (but only in molesting) Rijswijck and Prasritaja scandalizing over the quaint unfashionableness of registrars and letters till three o'clock in the morning, peroosin their three or four scelles of port, and wondering why they were a little cape-stone the next markest.

(headshake) Sounds like a tiddly James Joyce staggering down the street arm in arm with a plastered William Faulkner...

Tags: hate, can't stand, spamblog, spamblogs, mashup, poetry, prose

Comments

[cjmr.livejournal.com]

...and colorless green ideas slept furiously.

Boy would this be a great text sample for an Intro to Linguistics class! Perfectly grammatical nonsense.

[(Anonymous)]

Looks to me like a fine example of million-monkey theorem.

I once wrote a perfectly-grammatical-nonsense generator, but I never got around adding enough vocabulary to get it beyond generating tabloid headlines. If only I'd known the commercial opportunities, I could be a thoroughly evil person now...

-Jerry

[janeway216.livejournal.com]

The splogs that annoy me are the ones that have ripped off my journal to use as their fictitious content. My journal is not famous nor is it particularly well written . . . it just happens to mention the right keywords.

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

Doubtless there will be a slim volume of selected extracts out in time for Christmas, if not Easter...

[amberdulen.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a tiddly James Joyce staggering down the street arm in arm with a plastered William Faulkner...

*dies* Oh, that mental image is wonderful.

[wolf-moonshadow.livejournal.com]

Yes, but is it art?

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Magnificent analogy.

I REALLY HATE that style of writing even when it's Joyce or Faulkner doing it. But when spambots do it, it seems more interesting.

Go figure.

[labellementeuse.livejournal.com]

My favourite coworker recently got spam to her work email that said this:

english close translate
not talk explain
the need open
Go turnon swim
computer make believe
on start wakeup
computer bring smoke
use fly begin
Which count buy
on believe buy
must need translate

I kind of want to title it and use it as found verse, or something. But it was totally bizarre as spam- that was all that was in the email, nothing offering penis enlargements or porn...