And blast you, Wyndham Lewis.
Hmmm. I see I am no closer to writing my response to BLAST than I was at 4:30 this afternoon. I just...there's no there there. "WOOOOO, we're so artsy and contradictory, aren't we cool? You're not as cool as us. If you wrote a manifesto and kept contradicting yourself FOR YOUR ART, you'd just look dumb, because you're not an ARTIST. Pbbbbbttt."
Poo on them. I'm writing my response as a manifesto. A manifesto on how ridiculous this magazine is.
(I actually don't dislike it as much as I'm making out...I'm just irritated that I can't seem to get a good enough handle on it to write something coherent for Thursday.)
Poo on them. I'm writing my response as a manifesto. A manifesto on how ridiculous this magazine is.
(I actually don't dislike it as much as I'm making out...I'm just irritated that I can't seem to get a good enough handle on it to write something coherent for Thursday.)