supplanted by a deathly paleness his hand?
March 16, 2006 4:07 PM Subscribe
I have been receiving experimental poetry through my blog. Who is sending it and why?
posted by brundlefly to computers & internet (7 answers total)
I have a contact form on my blog, which is rarely used. Of late, however, I've been receiving strange, nonsensical messages through it. I'm assuming it's automated somehow, because the messages declare themselves multi-part (they come in batches, although they don't seem to have any content in common).
I've put some together into a single prose poem. Keep in mind that each paragraph is the entirety of a single post:
vridge, who was down there f r tin minyits wanst an spoke very highly an
it began to show itself there among the little wooden houses. t is a road hewn out of the rocks. he giant apoleon carried it through the backbone of the earth. he eagle, apoleon s bird, flew like a living armorial crest over the gigantic work of the
small yacht belonging to the merchant lay, just unladen, near the bridge of boats. tto found aren and the young lady from olstebro sitting in the arbor. omewhat
distinct streets and quarters, so had they also here. he street which led to the market place, and which in every day life was called the hoemaker treet, answered perfectly to its name. he shoemakers had ranged their tables side by side. hese, and
were colored with a sudden crimson, which was immediately afterward supplanted by a deathly paleness his hand
acknowledgments for the honor they
find out my real sister will have proof in hand of the truth will show myself as a brother will care for her future ring to me her baptismal register bring to me one only attestation of its reality and that before eight days are past ere is
demands his right replied tto, and pressed the man s hand. hings go, doubtless, well with you, orten hraenseu he whole cart full of eels, and some smoked carp t is also good to meet with you, r. tto. pon the
WTF is going on? I'm not complaining, mind you. I find them very entertaining. I'm just curious.