One BLAST Two BLAST Pink BLAST Blue BLAST

By Wyndham Lewis

One BLAST

Two BLAST

Pink BLAST

Blue BLAST

 

New BLAST

Old BLAST

No, just

New BLAST

 

Some BLASTS are sad.

Some BLASTS are mad.

But none of our BLASTS could ever be bad.

 

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I am Wyndham. Wyndham I am.

I do not like the complacency of man.

 

Would you like him in a vortex? 

Please use your cerebral cortex.

 

I do not like England or France.

I do not like to sing or dance.

 

I don’t like England’s dismal symbols

Or the boys who sweep the chimbles.  

 

I don’t believe in machinery

Or culture’s infinite perfectibility!

 

Our principles we won’t renege!

1.    Elephants are very big!

2.    Motor-cars go very fast!

3.    The end. BLAST! Blast blast blast blast!

 

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Would you like to sign our book?

It’s called Blast. Please take a look.

 

I would not like to sign your Blast.

Please leave my house. Please leave fast.

Would you like a life subscription?

I’d rather have a broken hip bone.

Our journal’s very avant-garde

I think you’ll find resisting hard.

Please sign up, then I’ll get gone.

Wyndham, please get off my lawn.

I do not like the things you think,

I do not like your cover’s pink.

Please get this through your thick head:

I don’t like ANYTHING you’ve said!

Wyndham Lewis, you’re detestable!

I’ll put down “maybe manifestable."

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Blast the weak and blast the poor!

The rich are all a blasted bore!

You find them in the blasted gutter.

I don’t know why, go ask your mother.

 

I say we blast futurism

Blast that automobilism!

I'm not just being blasted petty

When I blast Filipo Marinetti!

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And once we’ve blasted all we see,

In literary history 

We are sure to be the centre.

That is all. Please love me, Ezra.