Nº 147 - No high speed manifestos, no more car crash poems, but at Marinetti's grave the sound of distant traffic is keeping the poet awake.
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Nº 147 - No high speed manifestos, no more car crash poems, but at Marinetti's grave the sound of distant traffic is keeping the poet awake.
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