One strategy adopted by spammers to make it past filters is fake content. I particularly like the fake poetry that is being generated. Clearly, spam filters are no better at figuring this stuff out than I am. Here is one from today that accompanied a particularly gruesome advertisement:
“A Poem for You
The linguist is a tired ace, for lights go pitifully, Suit finishes a cool gut. What long branch of content within the mushy kites! When nights enlarge in real frogs, the canister tells, Under the wave, speculates a round cheerleader. Until days quit unexpectedly, the creep shows as tree, Conducts positively, angrily, like grasshoppers peeling, unfortunately Its acorn put down in the grass of an object.”
And then the strange addendum:
“stupid things: suspensory cupressinoxylon dobe impalement undomestication bemangle”
Is it really fake?
I’m wondering why they don’t just use a database of real poetry. If they did, I’d have to wonder whether they were doing a public service by making poetry suddenly more, ahem, accessible, or I’d be forced to examine just how I feel about poetry becoming inextricably linked in the public mind with spam.
Is that all there was? No other text?
I’m confused about the once a week spam I get. It never goes anywhere, no links, nothing. What’s the point? They aren’t selling anything if there’s no way to contact the merchant. Bizarre indeed. Probably it’s part of a new poetic movement, Viagra ads and all. A new school we can all hate peacefully together.
Oh, that’s right. You said ‘particularly gruesome advertisement.’ Now I’m intrigued.
Well the it involved (in picture and caption) “barnyard animals”…
I think I can safely reveal the basic nature of the spam– and my own bewilderment– without completely destroying all possibility that I can be perceived as hip and daring…
Actually, if the poems has just been sent without any indication as to what they were, and without the lurid photographs, then they would probably be a little fascinating.
I’m going to resist the obvious joke about why they would avoid turning potential clients away with real poetry… it really is pretty bizarre, the more I think about it. How much more misguided must one be to not only solicit strangers with barnyard sex invitations, but to do so by pretending that the message is “a poem for you?”
Oh, ho. ROFLMAO!
Okay, you completely made my day. Although perhaps partly because I’m now imagining the collected works of various well-known poets as illustrated by spam advertisements.
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