The Spam Oracle ...



passes for civilization in these parts. An agricultural society


it is also …

erecting a metal post of some kind. There is a elegantly dressed ancients awaited us. Led by the most ancient of them


and it would like to tell you that

Content biting hand that, feeds it cash.


Ask a question of The Spam Oracle, or tell it what’s on your mind. The Oracle responds with a random selection of text culled from the tastiest spam on the Web. Accessing a directory of eight spam-filled text files, a Perl script picks one file at random and plucks its response from that file.


epochal_stream
chapel_maestro
chase_temporal
lace_metaphors
polecats_harem
palace_mothers
shoelace_tramp
talc_semaphore



The directory files themselves have been created in the cut-up fashion popularized by William Burroughs and Brion Gysin: All eight files are opened and tiled across the desktop, and the spam inbox is manually scanned for interesting (and at least marginally coherent) words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs. These are copied and pasted arbitrarily into one of the eight directory files. Additionally, each fragment is randomly interspliced with those previously added, rather than simply being tacked on to the end.

These files will continue to grow and evolve over time; you are invited to contribute.


When you experiment with cut-ups over a period of time you find that some of the cut-ups and rearranged text seem to refer to future events.

I cut up an article written by John Paul Getty and got “It’s a bad thing to sue your own father”. This was a rearrangement and wasn’t in the original text. And a year later one of his sons did sue him.

Now this is purely extraneous information and meant nothing to me. I had nothing to gain on either side. We had no explanation for this at the time, suggesting perhaps that when you cut into the present, the future leaks out.


William Burroughs
Naropa Institute
1976



Is it me, or is spam just getting weirder and weirder and weirder?

I mean seriously ... wtf?


Teigan
Trysting Fields
October 2006