Orderly Retreat Across the Don at Rostov

(spam poem by Edward Desautels) smoke peppered everything as we shambled through the dust and bore our load of sorrow into the future the old soldiers behind us lay down along the roadside like all the rest of them, resolute we tried to stay our tears leaving only the ruins children in their tumbled down…

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A Word on Spam Poetry

A few years back, while attending the &Now conference on innovative writing at Lake Forest College in Chicago, I was introduced to the concept of spam poetry. For some, this exercise simply takes the form of a kind of poetic version of Duchamp's "found object": take the spam email and, without reshaping it in any…