After Wyndham Lewis and The Vorticists, after Vague no.21, after all, why not? This is Page 1, provisional draft. Complete version will be in PDF. Or it will never be shown, or it will be written, printed, soaked in milk and eaten with Cornflakes, or posted to the Houses of Parliament in an envelope also containing one of those joke shop snakes that spring out, or a stink bomb. The original source of inspiration is here.