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, February 07, 2007 a roomful of white last night our heater broke down and our window fell off its hinge. i was trying to sleep, but it was too cold. in the middle of the night, the radio came on. i am worried, about numerous things, which i don't talk about because it is being self-indulgent. ive been home from the library really late every night. new york exists in paired couplets, especially after 2am. but more than anything, i would like a roomful of white and snow. posted by dawn # 10:40 AM Comments: 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] gratefulness. Excuse me but can I be you for a whileMy dog won't... i carry myself in myself 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... [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, February 07, 2007

a roomful of white

last night our heater broke down and our window fell off its hinge. i was trying to sleep, but it was too cold. in the middle of the night, the radio came on. i am worried, about numerous things, which i don't talk about because it is being self-indulgent. ive been home from the library really late every night. new york exists in paired couplets, especially after 2am. but more than anything, i would like a roomful of white and snow.

posted by dawn # 10:40 AM

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