People take liberties with words, and occasionally, the results are unexpectedly beautiful. But spam has become its own category of found poetry, as I thought about recently while reading an email we received:
What i do not realize is actually how youre not really much more well-liked than you might be now. You are so intelligent. You realize thus considerably relating to this subject, made me personally consider it from so many varied angles. Its like men and women arent fascinated unless it’s one thing to do with Lady gaga! Your own stuffs outstanding. Always maintain it up!
Is this just the latest incarnation of the Infinite Monkey Theorem?
Nonsensical as it is, there’s a lot of food for thought. The first sentence starts with praeteritio (“What I do not realize is…”) and ends like a Zen koan — how can you be more well-liked than you… might be? The pop culture reference to Lady Gaga comes at exactly the right moment. And the last sentence, with its charming approximation of a well-known vernacular phrase, reminds me of the inscription on a card that a German relative once sent along with a gift: “I hope it likes you.”
Always maintain it up, indeed!