Malevolent fucker. Big blind bug. Relentless like an Alien. The MQ‑9 Reaper.
Already had one bite at this cherry about 6 years ago but the Cornish climate has had its evil way with it. Sadly landfill.
When Roy Lichtenstein painted his masterpiece comics were still wallowing in the visceral and vicarious pleasures of the Korean War ten years after it was over … priming the pump for the next one … Vietnam was just cranking up in 1963.
And now we’ve been at war, on and off, and still are, for thirty years (fuck! — the first Gulf War started in the summer of 1990) … terrorising and maiming and killing brown people, in their own homes, in other peoples’ countries … not that you’d know it from most of the art that people are making in the “west”.
The Four Horsemen are now based in Nevada and all their horses are grey.
Perhaps the words would be different now:
I PRESSED THE FIRE CONTROL …
AND IN FRONT OF ME
ACROSS THE SCREEN …
AND THEN I LEFT …
MY SHIFT WAS OVER …
TO PICK THE KIDS UP
FROM SOCCER PRACTICE.