Last class of the term over! Now, I’m just counting down to the final exams that will come in for this weekend.
In honour of students everywhere (and heaven knows, I may have felt this way once or twice), I offer this reflection from Recipes Project spam.
this is a lesson of blood:
I realised that I haven’t read the book.
Over at The Recipes Project, we get a lot of spam. A lot. One of the editor’s duties, of course, is to empty out the spam folder regularly. Now, this can be a tedious activity–but I often find myself getting distracted by the poetic nature of some of the spam. (I know I’m not the only one, right @Marguerite_HBC?)
Sometimes I even save the posts and play at making found poetry. Here is an early morning attempt for you.
I am silent as a mountain
the most sincere heart.
But I remember
the whiff of the light.
Here is the original gibberish, in case you’re curious,…
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I used the word “original” cautiously. The originality of most spam is questionable, as it seems to be cobbled together from news stories, blog posts, and more.