Will I get the dignity of my lettered work? Do my literature worth anything? I have many things to improve my writing. Sometimes I feel like an amazing spam Man. Nobody gives me a review of my books, nobody writes about my blog, nobody has time to spend to read my poems. I have no change on this globalized lettered ecumene.
I’m a Historian, trying to get a PhD, studying on a postgraduate program. I’m a poet, a kind of writer. I blog to have space in this world to express my self. Sometimes I feel guilty because my name, Romulaizer, is associated to pornographic content because I used to have a cultural and porno blog.
- I made an aesthetic rearguard by empowering the concept pornopoiesis
- I’m a recycling visual artist
- Sometimes I think is useless my try
- But I get well when I see my site online
- A Spam Man, as I am, won’t be able to delete his self on the globalized lettered ecumene
- My theoretical approach to literatocentrism is not innocen
I don’t read about politics, economy, culture, art. I’m living in the ignorance spleen. I have made many things. I won’t get the big audience now. I’m here to tell the world I’m alive. Besides I want to tell you, people, that maybe I’m a kind of arrogant guy, a kind of unhappy guy, a kind of suffering man. Inside of me I have others things, that I will show you. This is an opportunity to rise mi self. I’m bilingual in some way. Feeling as a Spam Man is to know, for sure, that the worlds keeps moving on, above my capricious way of been.
What’s an SpamMan?
Making some digital collage, distorting some images, using a simple basic Mac pictures editor, I get this results.
I haven’t any originality. I’m not a creator. I’m a recycler on the global pastiche.
Follow your leaders, follow your instinct, follow the shape of your heart. Be happy world. Suffer is an option, but misery is a necessary reality.
I must fly to other spaces, I must try to reach others persons, I must try to skip my acknowledges desire.
Someday, maybe I will waste my life again. At least I wrote to you.