Friday, November 18, 2011
A year into blogging and illustrating Studio Nightshade: My Serial Life as it unfolds, I just yesterday discovered the Spam file.
All the contents are certifiably Spam, generated by a massive, promiscuous machine. To what purposes, I do not know.
This morning, I moved a few of the not so Spamobvious ones into the Comments section of the posts to which they’d been directed. I told myself: “these could be actual admirers.” Immediately thereafter, I realized what a sad and pathetic gesture that was. I moved them back to the Spam folder. I'm not ready to delete them, though.
A few posts in the Spampot begin: “ololo pish pish rialni.” I’m not making this up.
Ololo pish pish rialni
When you Google “ololo pish pish rialni,” it brings up 196,000 hits. It has something to do with source codes, Pastebin (maybe), reposting information (I think). Its track leads down a cyber rabbit hole best avoided, although I might audition “ololo” as a mantra for my wavering mindfulness meditation practice.
I'm fond of one Spam chunk in particular--about ambien and insomnia, the latter being a leitmotif of My Serial Life.
Here it is, verbatim. I have merely arranged it into lines and added punctuation. And a title.
Textile Tidings from Insomnia Nights
Do you fly to pieces after yourself ,
fire and persuade,
maintain in--from stem to resolute--
a right-mindedness during the night?
Or, peradventure you wake up
in the morning and you,
do not commiserate with
Or you completely smash-up into
unimpaired of vivacity
initially in the day.
If any of these (soft-pedal)
you may not be annoy.
a raise the white flag--
c sour --
all the way through up endlessly sleep!
While this is a run-of-the-mill
consummate kettle of fish
all of a add up to another full-grown,
the textile tidings is that you don't,
upon to reckon with,
with push-quality doze
in behalf of the
debris of your life.
there are separate split; in spite
of that, you can—extirpation to!-- learn
how to snooze.
Preferably at night.
Posted by JF at 10:51 AM