Well to the whole of Albion a hearty congratulations for the
victory of the Labour party and let the ghosts of the dead poets and
revolutionaries of Ireland, Wales, Britain and Scotland land rise up and
smash the state to pieces, and let the pieces recompose into a million
worded poem to embrace the apocalyptic renewal of the Western world damned
for the moment on its ten year course to the right.
A word from Orphee
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