This is a junk E-mail I received. It is either a weirdly clever attempt to disguise junk mail as experimental literature, and thus evade my filter (it didn’t)… or it really is concrete poetry and is just what the doctor ordered:
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O.K., it must be some program at work that attempts to disguise the pharmaceutical ad by randomly picking passages out of an old fashioned 19th century novel and interlacing the ad copy — and inserting the link, of course. It produces a William Burroughs-like cut-up effect, a Jane Austen character offering a deal on Viagra.
[3.06: Link to UK Guardian article on "Spoetry"]