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Heathrow protest: not-so-happy campers

By Nathalie Rothschild 17 August 2007

An all-too-believeable first-hand account from Spiked (http://www.spiked-online.com/index.php?/site/article/3730/) of the heroic Civil Obedience at th...

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Excerpt on the invasion

By Angela Mitropoulos 16 August 2007

This extract from an unfinished text by Angela Mitropoulos, posted on archive : s0metim3s (http://archive.blogsome.com/2007/08/07/indigenous-land/#com...

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Destination Darfur: a new cold war over oil

By Vijay Prashad 15 August 2007

In 'Lobster' 53 Robin Ramsay notes that the US 'military-industrial complex', in its perpetual need to generate enemies, "has...

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The Chinese Road

By Richard Walker & Daniel Buck 15 August 2007

From New Left Review (http://www.newleftreview.org/?page=article&view=2678) some solid statistical evidence -- particularly strong on intersection...

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Sung to Sleep

By Andrea Brady 15 August 2007

Our country’s enemies snore in the safety catch, dream about owning everything, like achenes in the neighbourhood which is just their accessory t...

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New Iraq, New Orleans

By John Wilkinson 15 August 2007

  Once more, it strokes once more, taking away designer clothes, the bright crop. Her swipe was more effective than double entry columns, ...

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Falling in Love Cream Crab

By Keston SutherlandNow itch like precision flamecutting. Detected sweat in bloom Pakistani Sukhoi-30MKI, sweat that eyes in the front of your head crunch, pulse on detergent, broken ear on Anantnag bus ride flowering to a throat full of sweat,brighter than the consumption reel it cap fades for                                         no-one half                                         se by half second and is nothing except love thereis nothing except it on. Back flowing fadeyou point a skeleton at, sweat on it on it is the wool/teeth foreclosures ½ off skeleton, the no-one your flesh is slung on burning its with desire FTIR spectr. In China the                                         ©                                        Let Us Put You touch into dead green: hit aflame by lips switched cutting the dead air dead voltsscattered by holding your face on dyingpalms in the thrill of a kiss you cry for— a bat drops. Planets drop in. A bat stopgap for the IAF. Make more by working                                        cry for—                                        lesslife TBA by my shred hands wringing the bridge by Dartford into • clavicle sorbet, • new tibia bake,new uln / under you grabbing your face act calm orgasming frantically in you needing youwould the person whose car is parked to esteem the pram full of scissors in Morgan Stanley,                                         Houston,                                         Taipei,    Now expand into the Netherlands. Into the line booster fade you point a skeleton at it is the skeleton imagined dead; its mirroring in your faced life not at a time forever not for anything scratched in patty where the reverse istrue to mere form, dying. Get out                                         bed                                         of • new Lumbar Vertebrae Ranch Squid, / nail—skip to • Preparation Tips in Frum Mix, set shaking unfree of its off switch, broken on the heart pro rata cut while you wait. You make dinner withNancy Zucker Boswell from Transparency International look stupid. You sheathe the IAF in ice,                                         faster                                         thanreason is your immediacy. Wait and see it. It is nothing except love, its cast of paroxysms getsthe dead air plastered, abiding in Asset Liability Management • new 1 John 3.17 ia bak McNamarato Wolfowitz his brother in need and closesnegotiations on the master derivatives Sunny Delight                                        Kids Cove                                         lockout and riotleatherette integument for the bat. It drops are on hold. You have been placed in a queue on hold. You have been placed in a queue are Verkehr in the community, substitute to produce alternativepuns with fakir, with quaere, and finally with hair, i.e., hair in the community, in its throat sweat,                                        free fish                                         oil for kids Now get nowhere fast. Anantnag running on the pram full of hedging needs in Ann Veneman X paroxysmic you arise, just now sincerely Chinese for the first time, locking your car. The temperature is at 3480. We deliver. Love is the angle of the mirroring it breaks for,                                         the pivot                                        are betyou on track for. Nothing but love in the face that aflame steel discolours red. You remember kissing my mouth, traducing the oxyacetylene whisper cut out. Later in the ear I again am in an encounter with the skeleton you point at going. There are feet everywhere                                         you tread                                         on them cap with your 1.6 way mirror • new tarsals, • • 1. credit aspect 7, plastic 8 way meet clients’ hold you—throttle out sex in Palam debt product, your eyes a must-see, icing as they flower in beauty vanilla bonds • n. What this means is that placed in a face they flash out incomparably                                         wild back                                         flowing fadeand I love you really there is nothing but love overit is all there is there nothing other than it no there by where the cylinders are fitted patella bol with regulators and flexible hoses which lead to the blowpipe. It will make your mouth water freeze, a life aflame in the shark shit,                                         only now forever,                                         1.9 15 August 2007

Keston Sutherland <keston_AT_fea.st> edits the poetics journal QUID and Barque Press. He is the author of numerous essays and of poetry includin...

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The Conditions of Possibility: Tributes to Marina Vishmidt 1976-2024 (I)

By Mute Collective 6 June 2024

Marina Vishmidt, a much loved and deeply formative contributor for our magazine from its early years, tragically passed away at the end of April. The ...

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Mute Archive Move

By mute 27 June 2022

This June and July the Mute magazine archive is being moved from its current home in a shipping container a hundred miles north of London to a new smaller space in Berlin.

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