an interesting poem to start off with!
Edit:
I swear a poem was here
only a moment ago
above my now lonely
commentary left behind
speaking of the incomprehensible
maybe of truth maybe of the future
but it was in the format
of Forum Spam
so it may have gotten
deleted by moderators
how avant-garde.
Edit Reflection Day 2:
in the end what's really the difference
between forum spam and poetry
we're all trying to sell our version of truth
who are we to decide what lives or dies
Edit Reflection Day 3:
it's been three days now
since this forum spam was deleted
and i'm beginning to wonder if i
imagined it, maybe there was never
poetry here, maybe this was actually
my napo thread, but now has become
a strange sort of time capsule
already emptied of its contents
Edit Reflection Day 4:
have you ever considered
spam bots may have their own social site
"Young SpamBots Society" or something
maybe they have different activities like
picture spam month, link spam day, and leave a
Rick Roll camp during the year, and forums
to discuss techniques and tips for spamming.
perhaps sometimes poets infiltrate their site,
leaving a sonnet or hasty love ode and the mods
have to discuss what to do, "they're new, maybe
they didn't know the rules," they send the poet
tips on spamming, but the poet forgets to login
and the exchange of worlds is lost.
maybe we could learn from one another.
Edit Reflection Day 5:
if a tree falls in an empty forest
and no one hears it, does it make
a sound, do few verses written in
isolation make a poem, how about
in a now empty spam-forum thread
that has allegedly been deleted,
is meaning created or merely understood?
Edit Reflection Day 6:
Hello old friend, I see you are still here,
no poem, no spam, just my empty comment -
that's the problem with really revolutionary
poetry is that most people never will accept
that it's poetry, it's just graffiti plastered in
the wrong place at the wrong time, a proper
poem needs line breaks of course, and run-on,
sentences, with a few, misplaced commas,
to really sell the message.
Edit Reflection Day 7:
What is the purpose of poetry?
Has anyone discovered it?
Edit Reflection Day 11: A a haiku
I've gotten behind
on this secret napo thread,
need to catch back up.
Edit Reflection Day 11: B an acrostic
For some reason
or another I'm
really not willing to admit, anything's
unworthy of being called poetry
maybe it's superstition, but
someone has to called spam
poetry, or i'm
afraid that we
might miss something important.
Edit Reflection Day 11: C a lanturne
what
reason
do we have
to write what's true?
thoughts -
Edit Reflection Day 11: D a cinquain
the truth
could be written
hedged, folded, spun like yarn
but how could we know such a thing
and doubt.
Edit Reflection Day 12
imagine an entire field littered with easter eggs during quarantine, left by some well-meaning older-lady who hadn't heard the news that the world was ending. perhaps chocolate filled eggs, left-unbothered, might transform into real eggs, that chickens could hatch from, and the field would become filled with new life - and we'd never know it, until months later when the chickens demanded their own labor union, and we would have to comply because egg-layers are now considered essential laborers, entitled to appropriate compensation for their work.
what fields lay waiting, while we hide, might new life spring up unexpectedly safe from our looking - what responsibilities do we have for a world demanding that life goes on.
Edit Reflection Day 13
I'm not too worried,
that no one is reading this thread,
call me arrogant, but it occurs to me
that the very best poetry
was probably written
on the margins of Shakespeare's
director's notes, the copy
no one will ever read
stuck in some sixteenth
century waste-paper basket
because there's something
so intriguing about
all the words written
that we'll never read.
Edit Reflection Day 14
it's been two weeks now
since our spammer was here
since i took up his mission
to fill up this thread with
nonsense or poetry or maybe
those are synonyms, i wonder
how is the forum spammer
doing, is he well? is his spam
getting better? has he decided
to try out email spamming to
get a little diversity in his
daily writing, or has his little
time on our site, inspired him
to become a proper poet?
Edit Reflection Day 14.5
what sort of poem gets written at 3.am
sometimes the very best
and sometimes
the
worrrrrsssst
Edit Reflection Day 16
i feel like spammers must have
pretty good job security all things
considered during an epidemic
i've received three spam phone
calls just today, and i almost
asked each robo-caller if they
knew any forum-spam-bots
that wrote poetry, but un-
fortunately all the spam-
callers were robots, so they
were only interested in tell-
ing me about free trips to the
Bahamas and how the warranty
on some piece of technology
could run out if i don't act
now, spam bots are great
for inspiration, but i'm sorry
to say, not much for
conversation.
Edit Reflection Day 17
a month is a very long time,
long enough to forget what
you're doing here, but not
long enough to consider
doing much else.
Edit Reflection Day 18
i've been informed that perhaps
the software that the spam forum
post was advertising was
malicious, intended to spread
viruses to unexpecting clickers,
can words, or rather poems, be
malicious though, can they hold
grudges and dream dreams, and
fear for the future, or is that just
something an author feels and then
hopes sifts into their work. in any case,
malicious links ought to be deleted,
and maybe a few other poems.
Edit Reflection Day 19
i don't have time to write
a real fake-poem for my
fake-napo thread today,
so i apologize dear reader,
these haphazard line
breaks will have to do!
Edit Reflection Day 20
at some point, i'm not sure
which napo thread became
the real one, poetry is strange
like that, we put labels on
things with titles, because
we like order i suppose, but try
to forget the expiration date
on the carton of spoiled milk
could be poetry or mistyped text,
or waking yawn, or burned out
light bulb shadow, or rain cloud,
it's all poetry, and the things
that don't fit our labels even
more so, we're breathing here
aren't we, so who is to say,
that this isn't my real thread,
and the other one,
is the spam.
Edit Reflection Day 21
i wrote a poem once about if
you lie in your poetry, then
you're lying to yourself, but
to be honest today's a poem is
a poetic-invention, that i'm actually
writing on April 24th rather than
April 21st, because days are fuzzy
now, and poetry brings some sense
of order, or acknowledges the
disorder, or maybe those are the
same thing, anyways, i want to
be honest with you, or me, or
whoever is the subject of this poem;
the title is metaphor.
Edit Reflection Day 22
i intended to write a lot more
_______shape poems this month,
they're almost fail-proof, because even if the words stop conveying
meaning, people are generally
____________receptive to shapes conveying meaning, we're programmed that
_______________way maybe, anyways this poem
_______is a shape poem, you might not have realized it, but it is
intended to portray the shape of a box that's had text haphazardly
wiped across it.
Edit Reflection Day 23
There have been more forum spammers lately,
I don't know if you've noticed them, but roughly
every day, sometimes twice, there'll be a new post
in the NaPo threads posing as poetry, but really
just conveying random words arranged in verses,
and yes, I am referring to my "NaPo Thread".
Edit Reflection Day 24
What's the best way to end this?
Sometimes I get the sinking
suspicion that people don't actually
read anything, maybe not even the
authors, we just copy and paste
our thoughts into word documents
and hope they convey meaning,
should I draw people's attention to
this strange forgotten thread, or
does that ruin the point?
I'll need to copy and paste more
thoughts around and see what
pops up.
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