spam-poetry

I received this text in the body of a penis-enlargement spam email today. Scarily, the more I read it the more it makes sense. Perhaps I should go and present it at a performance poetry night? I could say "gansevoort to addack py de rear ven ve" in a heavy South African accent.

"Forth only her first calf, at many great sacrifices that
thou laughest upon beholding me? Seeing thee trade. Among
the milliners, several girls were mean, hurriedly, you would
be lovely to marry it, modom? She wears a skintight black
cashmere engaged in their respective avocations. And by
colonel gansevoort to addack py de rear ven ve in the pronunciation
of highly trained speakers towards that fearless warrior.
fearlessly addressing such a sense of relief and quiet.
oh, what a delicious to (a pure) understanding, and having
attained gradual passage of the earth off the face of the."

The Art of the Insult

Richard and I went to the Dendy Newtown last night to see the Borat movie. I was SO in need of a good laugh, it was wonderful. There was a woman in the row behind us braying like a donkey for much of the time, but I enjoyed that too. The movie is just so incredibly politically incorrect... potentially insulting to just about everyone. There was only one scene that worried me. At a Southern dinner party Borat declares that the women sitting either side of him (a heavily made-up redhead & a glamorous blonde) would be very popular in his home country. He then adds that the other woman at the table, a quiet person with short grey hair, would be popular not so much. There was a longish silence. For me, this was the one place in the movie where he went too far. Perhaps that's the key to this sort of very confronting comedy - always taking it too far for someone. George Saunders has written a brilliant "memo" in The New Yorker - I recommend it as an antidote to the movie if you're planning to see it.