an amateur original production by gravityxunknown

 

more about ““, posted with vodpod

 

 

 

 

 

If you hadn’t visited her blog before you opened this, here’s what she wrote (looking  at the videos and choosing: that was my work; she just wrote some sort of justification; or excuse! haha):

 

An original amateur production by gravityxunknown . The only time i grab a video from YouTube is when it looks like an original production posted by, apparently, the videographer himself/ herself on YouTube, or posted under his/her instruction (and i make sure i attribute it to the author/ producer). Original production means the person himself/herself took the photo or shot the film, and posted it in YouTube (or asked  someone to post it for him/her).  That way, when you’re using someone’s original production, you more or less know he/she didn’t steal it but made it and posted it to share it with the world. Used here for non-commercial and personal purposes.

      Shaky camera, a lot of ambient noise, not good audio (but strong voice from the musician). There are about 40 amateur videos of this, shot from different angles by fans; this videographer had the best angle although he/she was being jostled and blocked: the musician has the habit of tilting his head on this side of his face when he hits the big notes; none of the videographers captured it except this one (that side when the subject tilts his head). When there’s a lot of jostling and you’re not the talent manager, you control nothing. Standing at the right spot (being at the right place at the right time) when you don’t control anything, is sometimes the only thing that matters. Shaky nga lang!

      (sorry for this, i’m resting. It’s a lot of gibberish. Let me qualify what i wrote: a lot of gibberish.)

      

She just doesn’t want to use her left side of the brain for now (or whatever side it is) , so this is what she posted hahaha.

I’m her lateral thinking

   (July 26, 2008 entry) Somebody unintentionally woke her up with a jolt, so she staggered out with bongo drums in her head (my way of saying “with a splitting headache”), her first literal headache this year, and she knows  why, (we need to finish our sleep cycle!) but she  drove  on,  didn’t take  anything  because  she disdains medicine (her refusal to ingest any chemical is almost like religion; when we were children, we had a family doctor who gave the best medical advice: avoid taking any medicine for pain if you can  or any ailment that can be cured by rest; anyway, like any successful Filipino doctor he soon migrated to the States after that.) i agree with her, we agree on many things, my name is Chattel, i’m  Marichu’s lateral thinking; see how i’m digressing? when you read her blog  at www.marichulambino.wordpress.com and when she writes stream-of-consciousness, you see those long, out-of-nowhere-  parenthetical statements? that’s me. She doesn’t edit me out; normally in a newspaper or any article, she would slash me out and just click “select” then “delete”.   i’m her long parenthetical non-punctuated off-topic statements, her digressions, her left field/ right side, like this out-of-focus photograph where the background is clearer than the subject, ngek, her what-is-she-talking-about; textbooks say i’m on her right side of the brain; i don’t think so. You’ll never see me even if you open her up (well, if you do, we’d be dead so you’ll never know), sometimes you really see me, but you think it’s her; when you like her, that’s me hahahahaha; she can be hideous (but she wins cases and got the awards, that’s her not me, i think; but just between us: i think it was i who accepted those and gave the thank-you speeches not her ha-ha (because she and i felt she didn’t deserve any of those) ask na lang those who heard – we’re sometimes in the same paragraph ).        

        So, she wrote those paragraphs on the SONA  later in the day, July 25 post, “i don’t care if you were pole-dancing all night…as long as you did it with a little integrity” (from “The Devil Wears Prada”): The President’s State of the Nation Address (SONA) 2008   still with throbbing in her head, you couldn’t tell, could you? (except for the fact that it ended quite abruptly, like she pushed away the computer.) It’s gone now, and i’ve taken over and writing this.

      The slideshows with the music in her blog, i made most of those; but of course they’re under her name. I don’t have a juridical personality; if you don’t know what that is, ask her! She likes to talk about jurisdiction and juridical entities, all galactically boring to me when she’s not looking. She saw on BBC World News  how BBC contracted an artist to try to reproduce Michelangelo’s lost “Sleeping Cupid”, so she wanted to post the image. Eh, lost nga eh.  There was no image of it, that’s why BBC was trying to guess how it might have looked like.  There’s a painting by Caravaggio but there’s no literature that that was painted copying  Michelangelo’s “Sleeping Cupid”. So….she settled for a music slideshow all works by Michelangelo. music & lyrics: Mariah Carey  , and i took over.

 

uncluttering/ decluttering

    she wrote about the Basilan kidnaps  yesterday evening, posted today in her blog. If you ask me about the way it was written,  i think it’s a totally boring piece, but that’s just me. She finished everything that had to be submitted all day until early evening yesterday so she’d be free Friday and Saturday, she even missed some appointments yesterday evening.  

       I think….. if she doesn’t feel like writing, she shouldn’t.  

worshippers

                                                                                                       by marichu c. lambino

in the twinkle of an eye, in the  stampede of a  heartbeat

in the rush of air that crash  like waters that  press on  and  surge

who says it is not violent

who says it is peaceful

toxins,  sins, noise and excesses, leave this wasteland

dark blood that spurt three days in advance

in a breath that’ s strong ,  in the rhythm  of the lifeforce

in  the roar of the ocean that’s  shattering the shores

who says there is temperance

who says the riddle will unfold

(patience is a deity)

 

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 chattel’s confession (not of herself, haha)

       this is marichu’s attempt at a few lines, she didn’t finish it because she can’t really write poetry.  But it’s in her blog. It’s about her non-beliefs. If you accost her on the corridor right now and asked her what she believes in, she will readily answer you, and it will be just three words or five.