I am thinking of composing an entire avante garde piece made entirely out of spam emails. I got this in the mail at work:
“The piglet is not there, your Highness, said she. When he reached a point
just above the town he put the indicator to the zero mark and remained
stationary, while he examined the place”
Pure Dada wisdom, right there. A real “found art” piece…of weirdness, yes, but art nonetheless. If anyone has any idea where those bizarre bits of text attached to spam emails come from (you know, the ones that seem ripped from dime store Victorian novels), let me know. I’m dying to find out.