Spam lit.

A "culture critic" named Mark Dery has a dissertation on "spam poems" which reads much better than any of mine ever have. Of course, he does this for a living, so you'd expect that.

An MRI of the mass mind, spam at its best gives voice to the dream life of consumer culture, and gives the Dadaists and the Burroughsian cut-up squad a run for their money when it comes to machine-age avant-gardism.

I'm not the only one. Always a good thing to find out. See Rule #12.