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August | 2010 | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. August 30, 2010. Posted by Route Projects under Voices. Still she was, and still she stayed. He was pressing hard, on her mouth, on her chest, on her innocent womb. The entire weight of him was crushing, crashing on the lightness of her. Almost destroying her. Though she kept fighting, silently, the best she could to free but an arm from underneath this punishing mass. And so the wind blew on, a wailing vagabond treading the troubled night. Ssssshhhhh… No te mueves. Darkness claimed ...
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On Movement and Change. A scene from Béla Tarr’s SATANTANGO. Abel moves in religious paces- careful, contemplative, infused with a singular devotion. He has studied every step and every turn taken by his people. And he is intent on staying, walking behind them. Much like that shepherd who never left his flock, he guides them in their desire to tread. Abel watches them and whispers to his distant god. He aches for them, his people. Abel pushes them forward. Where are they going? November 1, 2011. Oh, Kay,...
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April | 2010 | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. April 3, 2010. Posted by Route Projects under Voices. I dream of union in motion, of togetherness in flight. I want to see a clear stillness in the midst of flashes of light…. The day we stand still. When will we ever see clearly? Where is togetherness possible if not in our sad imagination? A Journey of Sorts…. Lessons from the School of Inattention. The Story of Stuff. Blog at WordPress.com. Blog at WordPress.com.
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July | 2011 | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. July 15, 2011. Posted by Route Projects under Uncategorized. Missing out on their lives, missing a beat as my heart escapes once more. Missing all I ever had, missing all I ever knew, trying not to miss that which I have yet to know. Missing him missing me; I am missing from a whole, there is a hole in me. Missing the point, missing the urge, missing the feeling of being loved. Missing a beat, missing a step, missing a tooth after that fall. Missing out on life! July 10, 2011. Hungry...
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On Setting Off | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. May 2, 2010. Posted by Route Projects under Voices. I hear it again. That anxious voice of someone who’s had too much caffein. E Nervous chatter. Cold, certain, serious. It’s an urgent invitation that’s really an order; a pull, an insistent tugging that stings and excites at the same time. Excites, ya. Exhilarating pain at its finest. Something is here and it’s come for me. Again. Oh, man, can’t wait to get out of here. I’m all set for elsewhere. Nowhere in particular, just not here.
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A Journey of Sorts…. April 3, 2010. Posted by Route Projects under Voices. I dream of union in motion, of togetherness in flight. I want to see a clear stillness in the midst of flashes of light…. The day we stand still. When will we ever see clearly? Where is togetherness possible if not in our sad imagination? Laquo; Previous Page. A Journey of Sorts…. Lessons from the School of Inattention. The Story of Stuff. Blog at WordPress.com. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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November | 2010 | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. November 14, 2010. As I Gave Heed to the Call of Heights. Posted by Route Projects under Uncategorized. Rilke says to look inside me, to listen to my core in my quietest and darkest of hours, to know if I am truly meant to write, to create…. It is like a formless mass of raw energy and stardust deep within me, burning, eating up my center, yearning to be expressed in a higher form, to be released upon the stroke of creation! I no longer fear the use of the word Artist for myself, bec...
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May | 2010 | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. May 2, 2010. Posted by Route Projects under Voices. I hear it again. That anxious voice of someone who’s had too much caffein. E Nervous chatter. Cold, certain, serious. It’s an urgent invitation that’s really an order; a pull, an insistent tugging that stings and excites at the same time. Excites, ya. Exhilarating pain at its finest. Something is here and it’s come for me. Again. Oh, man, can’t wait to get out of here. I’m all set for elsewhere. Nowhere in particular, just not here.
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About | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. A journey of sorts. To places, to thoughts, to knowledge, to changes, to the past, to the future, to memory, to the forgotten, to rebellion, to union, to battles un-won, to ideas, to emptiness, to creativity, to a long road ahead…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. The Story of Stuff.
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October | 2010 | Lakambini Manlalakbay
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A Journey of Sorts…. October 30, 2010. Posted by Route Projects under Voices. The mist shifts as she moves through it. She glides forward, leaving a blurry trail in shades of whitish gray. She paints a wispy feline onto the watery air… or are those traces of Neptune, blowing into sails of travelers lost at sea? She is magic on the prowl, searching for one deserving to cast herself upon. Yet again… but not yet. Ever so patiently she must keep walking and wait some more. How do they live? Higher and higher...