That's Ezra Pound. I was going to put up a picture of Wyndham Lewis, too, but I thought better of it. Because of the way I'd end up being presumed to be Wydham, because of the history of this little rewritten Manifesto and the talent differential and all. I hope not because of my politics, which don't roll that way.
MANIFESTO:
1. In Action we would establish ourselves, given half a chance.
2. We start from Failure. The violent structure of adolescent clearness hasn't worked, except for the past administration.
3. We thought we would do the Work, but we were stymied by the System. About this we are still more or less certain.
4. Mercenaries were always the best troops, we thought, but now that we are paid, we're not so sure that Money is better than Belief. Besides, we're not paid very well.
5. We imagined we were primitive brawlers. Now we are Mercenaries in the Modern World, skilled but doomed to the trenches.
6. Our Cause is NO-MAN'S, ideally.
7. Remember that one night we set Humour at Humour's throat? We totally LOFAO!!!
8. We went after Humour a bit desperately, like Tragedy.
9. Look who's laughing now.
10. One possibility is to move to a little stone shed, preferably subsidized, on a provincial hillside in a distant country ruled by a sympathetic regime that appreciates Truth and Beauty, and hearing it from the likes of us.
Let's start a radical dental hygiene magazine that we would publish in your basement called Flossed. It could have tasteful nudes undergoing uninsured periodontal acts.
ReplyDeleteOk. I'm a bit shy for this kind of thing, though.
ReplyDeleteThen we'll have to get you dental insurance. But this way we can write it off.
ReplyDeleteUm. Ok. Do i have to wear one of those paper bibs? I hate those.
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