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 Monday, March 12, 2007 in summer, i will take a flight to beijing, by myself. i will sit in an almost familiar room, and close my eyes. and then i will write, write till there is nothing, and everything, left to say. posted by dawn # 5:26 PM Comments: did i tell u, i have been posted to shanghai? # posted by ericlow : 7:00 AM eh. then how about singapore sia. you pangseh me again is it. # posted by Anonymous : 5:20 PM eric! i am reading shanghai baobei now! is shanghai as raunchy as the book? i would love to work in china. who is "anonymous"!? :) # posted by Anonymous : 9:58 PM shanghai is overrated + filled with rude people. sigh and it is my fate to have to work there. i am going in may/june. eh. well, raunchy? eh, yeah i guess. # posted by ericlow : 9:27 AM me lar. who else talk like that online. # posted by Pak : 8:05 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] new paltz, new york. meeting poet ken french and his partner is lovely.... the paradox of pain (from the book of 5am stories) i miss humidity, thunderstorms, perspiring and wea... 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. [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

Monday, March 12, 2007

in summer, i will take a flight to beijing, by myself.
i will sit in an almost familiar room, and close my eyes.
and then i will write, write till there is nothing, and everything, left to say.

posted by dawn # 5:26 PM

Comments:

did i tell u, i have been posted to shanghai?

# posted by

ericlow : 7:00 AM

eh. then how about singapore sia. you pangseh me again is it.

# posted by

Anonymous : 5:20 PM

eric! i am reading shanghai baobei now! is shanghai as raunchy as the book? i would love to work in china.

who is "anonymous"!? :)

# posted by

Anonymous : 9:58 PM

shanghai is overrated + filled with rude people. sigh and it is my fate to have to work there. i am going in may/june. eh. well, raunchy? eh, yeah i guess.

# posted by

ericlow : 9:27 AM

me lar. who else talk like that online.

# posted by

Pak : 8:05 PM