A highfalutin slab of cut-up beat-vorticist jazz poetryprose based upon my Creative Review guest editor tweets, created for the magazine's forthcoming tweetup, taking place amidst Tate Britain's new Vorticist exhibition on 21 July. Check out the Blast/Bless tumblr for more neo-vorticism, thrown at the web by a new generation of Wyndham Lewises.
"But Mr Daniel sir, I have no idea what any of that meant."
Just click the blue words and be quiet, will you?
It's quite alright.