HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Wednesday, January 31, 2007 i carry myself in myself i stop to compose myself (i have composed myself) i carry myself in myself. i hold my hand, a sign of trust. palms, touching, prayer: a gesture of trust. i am rushing off again - evening class, will leaving classes when the lights have all come up. i am perpetually rushing, perpetually late. (In the line of Socrates, is justice ever too late? does not justice imply that there has to be loss). i have resumes to write (Interests: black chocolate, photography, parcels), pages to read (tomorrow: madrasah education in singapore and iran - so i have to carry the burden of representation, wampum poems and deontology) but i will carry myself in myself. trust me to carry myself in myself. posted by dawn # 1:30 PM Comments: Hello, thank you for your link. I'm sorry it took me a while to discover it. Congratulations on the upcoming move to New York! I don't know how long more I'll be here, but if you need anything, do let me know. # posted by Anonymous : 2:16 PM Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] splitpapayas.com 当年 trainstop (not sure if i got the translation right) the wages of dying is love MMMMMMM SPLITPAPAYAS IVAdrienne Rich:who watch for my mistakes in gramm... Its four in the morning, the end of DecemberI'm wr... lightness and heaviness [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

i carry myself in myself

i stop to compose myself (i have composed myself) i carry myself in myself. i hold my hand, a sign of trust. palms, touching, prayer: a gesture of trust. i am rushing off again - evening class, will leaving classes when the lights have all come up. i am perpetually rushing, perpetually late. (In the line of Socrates, is justice ever too late? does not justice imply that there has to be loss). i have resumes to write (Interests: black chocolate, photography, parcels), pages to read (tomorrow: madrasah education in singapore and iran - so i have to carry the burden of representation, wampum poems and deontology) but i will carry myself in myself. trust me to carry myself in myself.

posted by dawn # 1:30 PM

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Hello, thank you for your link. I'm sorry it took me a while to discover it. Congratulations on the upcoming move to New York! I don't know how long more I'll be here, but if you need anything, do let me know.

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