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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: mai 2012
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Mandag 7. mai 2012. Søndag 6. mai 2012. THIS IS CHINA pt1. Abonner på: Innlegg (Atom). Bits, bibbles and bytes/ Stephen stamper. Bjorn A. Røe photography. Marianna Sangita / Official Website. Marianna Sangita / Soundcloud. Marianna Sangita / Vimeo.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: Bedtime Stories // I am no poet
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Mandag 9. desember 2013. Bedtime Stories / I am no poet. A silent bed whimpers in misery,. Dreaming of times when it spoke a thousand words. Of married folk, of lords and mistresses,. Of trembling teenagers and secret lust. Its clothes have been ripped off,. Torn, burnt and hidden. Its wooden body lays covered in dust as it stands. In a stripped down space longing for one last embrace that may never come. Like an ancient relic needing to be discovered.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: juli 2014
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Mandag 7. juli 2014. I dream of Grandma. Last night I saw something in my sleep. A sort of dream. Look what it's come down to, the granddaughter changing the grandmothers nappies! Isn't it meant to be the other way around? At least to a certain point. My dad reacts immediately and runs to us, he hits her hard on her back and does the Heimlich, twice, and puts his fingers in her mouth and grabs the three bites of meat she had stored in her mouth. And she is back.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: januar 2013
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Onsdag 2. januar 2013. Poems on planes/i am no poet/part 3. Thinking about the flight from AMSTERDAM - ATHENS. On the smallest plane ever, EMBRAER 190. Do you want one? No thanks, he said. In a thick scottish accent. I wasn't sure what he meant. Until I saw his electric cigarette. They sell it in Norway too,. That's where I'm from.". He asked me why I'm going to Greece,. Why I would choose the poor country, not the rich. We are searching for oil in greek waters".
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: Generation Z and Mobile Politics
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Lørdag 22. februar 2014. Generation Z and Mobile Politics. I started thinking about all this when I saw Black Mirror. The mini-series created by Charlie Brooker. The question is, is the Internet a fair replacement for direct action? For protests and demonstrations? What makes a more interesting read, how to get the perfect bum, or the continuing crisis in Greece? Technology does have power. But it also distracts. Legg inn en kommentar. Marianna Sangita / Vimeo.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: Ballad for Grandma
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Søndag 20. oktober 2013. You want your husband to come home. You hate to be all on your own. Why don't you come with me. You have forgotten why you're cold. Spend all your time looking at the boats. What are you looking for. I feel you slipping away. Maria don't run away. I know you don't want to stay. You had to feed a thousand mouths. You were a queen without a crown. Don't you see that. It was all worthwhile. You hide your memories in things.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: I dream of Grandma
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Mandag 7. juli 2014. I dream of Grandma. Last night I saw something in my sleep. A sort of dream. Look what it's come down to, the granddaughter changing the grandmothers nappies! Isn't it meant to be the other way around? At least to a certain point. My dad reacts immediately and runs to us, he hits her hard on her back and does the Heimlich, twice, and puts his fingers in her mouth and grabs the three bites of meat she had stored in her mouth. And she is back.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: oktober 2013
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Søndag 20. oktober 2013. You want your husband to come home. You hate to be all on your own. Why don't you come with me. You have forgotten why you're cold. Spend all your time looking at the boats. What are you looking for. I feel you slipping away. Maria don't run away. I know you don't want to stay. You had to feed a thousand mouths. You were a queen without a crown. Don't you see that. It was all worthwhile. You hide your memories in things. Living in a hole.
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yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason: On Grandmothers and Alzheimer's
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Yesterday i wrote on my hand for no reason. Lørdag 22. februar 2014. On Grandmothers and Alzheimer's. On a bad day it is hard for me to remember what she used to be like before her illness overtook her. On a good day she becomes an adjusted version of herself again. But the good days are the hardest. Anyway. I am no researcher or scientist or doctor. I am simply a granddaughter of an amazing woman who got sick. Let me tell you about her:. Sometimes I struggle trying to remember her as she was. But be...
