Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
My work gets a lot of Spam, most of it invitations to bogus scientific conferences, Russian spam I can’t read, or the ever popular male enhancement advertisements. Some of this junk, however, is actually kind of interesting. For a few weeks, I received several poetic spam messages a day. These odd little messages are evidently intended to mess us your spam filter. Since the language of these messages is not spam-like, if you mark these messages as spam or junk, the spammer hopes that all your regular email will be marked as spam or junk as well. Once this starts happening, you will be forced to turn off your spam filter so that you can read your real correspondence. The spammer will then be able to flood your inbox with their real spam, that is, invitations to bogus scientific conferences, Russian spam you can’t read, or the ever popular male enhancement advertisements. Apparently this whole scheme doesn’t really work, but nonetheless, these messages were more entertaining than the usual 60 junk email messages I have to read every day. Sadly, these poetic messages have stopped coming, but here are three sets of the messages I got. The first are those that are trying to be poetic. Considering the antiquated language in places, I assume the spammer has copied and pasted these chunks of text from somewhere… though I haven’t checked this out. The second set are short little messages that cobble together incongruous words. The third set are from regular, run of the mill type spam messages, but whose odd use of language makes these messages inadvertently poetic.
No editing or touch-ups have been done. All odd phrasing and creative spelling is the spammer’s own. The emails have simply been ordered chronologically.
on the lawn among the trees
the bound or outward circumference of energy.
of a firm perswasion of any thing.
deny their own kin in the outcast in gray.
the just man into barren climes.
far over ocean as the plow follows words,
so god rewards prayers.
who nails him down upon a rock,
an infant groan an infant fear –
her arm'd with sorrow sore:
or such other improprieties
as the hudson retakes its thickets
and i shall not tempt the sea to-day.
and i made a rural pen,
thou sittest at the western gate;
lazily rocking on ocean`s breast,
and wash in a river and shine in the sun.
and death shallops but yesterday
When guardian angel behind is ,
bowling ball beyond
%WORD_8 reactor of class action suit.[3
hard grains of whirling snow still beat.
Earth, crowded, cries, 'Too many men!'
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
They danced by the light of the moon fniyho
buzzing weinberg anthropology
cure woven bloat
explanation suny covenant
serendipity buttrick sparge
irs canister irs
marriott cabdriver larkin
eureka planetesimal ironwood
If your girlfriend is always late, buy her a golden watch.
You can appear rich by being very poor if you want.
Your watch will understand you better than anyone else.
You can look great without any special efforts.
The words can't describe the beauty of your instrument.
You will love our interface and you will love our odds.
put you to sleep!
We thinkthe pressure,
involves a number
You'll probably *thank me* for letting you know about it...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Here, by popular demand, is one of the earliest ?! chapbooks which appeared in the early 90s. Like most of my early work, this book focuses on the symbol of the bunny. This fleeting, yet ever present figure haunts the work, both a the lens through which the world is interpreted, and that which we see when we look through the lens and see the world.
You heard me.
Look out for other exciting titles olso by Helen, such as Art Book and Kenora.
I just got back from the new Harry Potter movie. I love these movies, as I love most of the books. I love the tiny dragons, the exploding candy, and the ever-so-awesome library with the floating, screaming, biting, and generally drool-worthy books. But oh I know, I know... the heavy use of adjectives, the didyougetitdidyougetit??? flashback humour, and the stock benevolent protagonists and thoroughly malevolent villains.... whatever. I love them all.
In light of this admission, I would like to propose that there are five main types of reactions that literary snobs have towards the Harry Potter series:
1) Those who pretend to hate Harry Potter but secretly love it
2) Those who truly hate Harry Potter
3) Those who just don't care at all about Harry Potter
4) Those who revel in their love of Harry Potter, and bask in the geeky glory of the magical world
5) Those who genuinely think Harry Potter is good, and love it not for its kitsch, but just because. They may or may not be ashamed of their attitude.
I also think that a literary snob's reaction to Harry Potter can be very telling of that snob's own literary practice. The snob who loves Harry Potter but pretends to hate it for its triteness has probably not yet completely developed their confidence in their own work, or is not quite sure how to defend the work they think is good. A type 1 HP lit snob is afraid that if it is discovered that they like a pop-book, all will be lost. They think real poets only like Great Literature, and they desperately want to be a real poet. They think that publicly denouncing HP will make people think they're smart.
A type 2 HP lit snob, on the other hand, just doesn't like HP. They can't relax through the poorly crafted sentences and enjoy the story, or, if they can get past their stylistic concerns with the book, they think the story and plot of the book themselves are poorly crafted. A type 2 HP lit snob could be the result of one or two things. A type 2 HP lit snob might have started out as a type 1, but has become so committed to this world view that they have completely internalised their hatred for all things not-Literary (big L on that...) and now actually hate the wizard stories. On the other hand, a type 2 lit snob is someone who cannot accept that enjoyment can be gleaned from a book that is not a masterpiece. They have complete faith in their taste, and think anyone who violates this taste is an idiot.
A type 3 HP lit snob, on the other hand, is perhaps the purest of the negative attitudes. This type of lit snob is so completely and genuinely fascinated by the work that they love, be it anything from medieval marginalia to contemporary vis po, that the literary appetites of others don't interest them. A type 3 is in it to read or write what they love, not to convince people that they shouldn't read what they like.
A type 4 HP lit snob is a dork. They like D&D and aren't afraid to admit it. The thrill of diving into an imaginary world filled with mermaids, giant spiders, and magical mirrors is a badge of honour--and they can't understand why not everyone knows the rules of Quidditch off by heart. This type is genuine in their love of HP, but they also love it as a defence mechanism. Embracing all that is quirky and disliked by other lit snobs gives the type 4 an edge. They can be expert of their own area, and they can use this knowledge and fetish to their advantage. Being a hyper HP geek alows them to act like non-geeks are silly people who aren't clever or studious enough to have learned everything that the type 4 has. The type 4 HP lit snob can then lord their knowledge over others, and exclude whom they wish from conversations, doing so to mend the wounds of being ostracised earlier in life.
And finally, type 5. I, myself, am a type 5 HP lit snob and therefore, have a clear conflict of interest in elaborating on this point. However, I will say this. Occasionally, no matter how much this type has cultivated their taste or style, they still just like a fun story full of plot twists, imaginary animals, successful heroes, and vanquished villains. This type of lit snob may feel a bit ashamed about this, and fear that this slippage in taste signals that really, they aren't cultivated at all. They thing that only a type 2 or 3 lit snob can really be a good poet. On the other hand, they might not be ashamed at all. This variety of type 5 is closest to a type 3. They just like what they like, and don't feel it has to be defended, explained, or reconciled it with any elaborate literary theory. They don't see the flaws of the book, they just see Harry Potter with his lightning bolt scar, trying his best to save the world.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
For the fillingStation Blow-Out festival, Julya Theo and I made 30 of these limited edition chapbooks, each with a hand-laced paper corset on the cover. The chapbooks include 5 original Victorian corset advertisements, paired with 5 poetic adaptations of these advertisements. Keep an eye out for the corset ads in upcoming issues of Rampike ;)
Sunday, July 12, 2009
While making this piece, I became very involved in the work and rarely looked up from the page. When I finished, I grabbed a pen and started to write myself a note, noticing that the pen that I thought would write in black really had purple ink. Then I looked around my room some more. As it turns out, looking only at the colour green for an extended period of time will make black things appear purple... for quite a while.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
For the past five years while I've been in University, I've been hoarding books but not reading them. Now that I've been released into the real-world, though, and now that I must do something each evening to wash the awful taste of my loathsome job out of my mouth, I have the time and the will to start reading. So, every week from now until I get bored of this plan, I will read and review one book of Canadian poetry a week until my supply runs out. The bottom shelf is the Canadian stuff. Canadian writers, much to my approval, seem to write skinny books, so I have high hopes that I can keep this up.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
It’s easier to write ten passably effective sonnets than one effective advertisement. -Aldous Huxley
Together, Julya Theodossopoulos and I made these 27 limited edition chapbooks entitled, "On Advertising," containing an excerpt from my current work-in-progress Poets and Killers: A Life in Advertising. In an effort to explore the effects of advertising on our lives and personalities, and to interrogate how advertising effects our ability to genuinely express emotions through language, Poets and Killers tells a man’s life story through found poems composed entirely of advertising text. The book begins with poems composed of ads from the 1940s when the character is born, and moves through time with him, ending with poems composed from ads from 2009 when he dies. The project also contains several poems composed from ads advertising advertisement space, and from books about advertising. Each chapbook has its own unique cover, made from a full-page advertisement from the fashion magazine Arena Homme. Thanks to Jordan Grant for the page layout and for staving off all other computational disasters. Thanks to Julya for um... doing most of the things that made these look good.
From Poets and Killers:
The cult of ‘creativity’
Good writing is slavery.
If it doesn’t sell it isn’t creative.
You won’t find ‘creativity’ in the 12-volume Oxford Dictionary.
Do you think it means originality?
Originality is the most dangerous word in advertising
Preoccupied with originality, copywriters pursue something
as illusory as swamp fire.
Mozart said, “I have never made the slightest effort
to compose anything original.”
This takes courage because you will be accused of not being
I occasionally use the hideous word creative myself
for lack of a better.
Creativity strikes me as a high-falutin word for the work
I have to do between now and Tuesday.
I’m not saying that charming, witty and warm copy won’t sell.
But let’s say you walk in this office and talk to me,
and you sit in that chair. Now, what do you want out of me?
Fine writing? Do you want masterpieces? Do you want glowing things
that can be framed by copywriters?
Or do you want to see the goddamned sales curve
stop moving down
and start moving up?
Make the product the hero of your advertising.
If you think the product is too dull, I have news for you:
there are no dull products,
only dull writers.
Few copywriters are ambitious.
It doesn’t occur to them that if they tried hard enough
they might make themselves famous.
Most good copywriters fall into two categories. Poets. And killers.
Poets see an ad as an end.
Killers as a means to an end.
If you are both killer and poet,
you get rich.
To hear me reading this and other poems from Poets and Killers at the June 2009 flywheel reading series, check out: http://calgaryspokenword.podbean.com/2009/06/23/helen-hajnoczky-june-fly-wheel/
(Just keep scrolling down... it's there)