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

Thursday, March 08, 2007
i miss humidity, thunderstorms, perspiring and wearing shortsleeved shirts and ballet flats and flipflops. and waking up to the smell of douhuashui. and my dog (oh me and madi were talking about our dogs, and boys made of sunshine and dark, and dumplings and sorbet, and her unexpected prayers). today a parcel arrived, i buried my face in the pillowcase that came in, like a kid rubbing her nose against her mother's dress. but in the hall the tv is on, and my hair is drying, and it will be an early night because i am tired. our room is messy, laughter flows out of the cupboards and litters the floor.

[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] bukit timah and bare naked ladies
a general detachment, from love, from things. perh...
if
the influence of the sunlight
love and learning
dear god.i beg you to help me sleep.
flowers, and etc
and the same black line that was drawn on you, was...
a roomful of white
gratefulness.

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