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 Tuesday, July 31, 2007 i have been operating on two time zones for the past week, making calls till 4 in the morning. for now i straddle two time zones, soon one time zone will drop. my new home will be in a loft. it has no door, only a flight of steps leading up. you are sure about it? asks jo, who will be one of my flatmates. no door can be a pain sometimes, you know, she cautions. i tell her, yes, i am certain about it. i don't tell her this: that i am dreaming about the new room, that i am dreaming of walking up the stairs, into a room that will be a metaphor for a different life. i will not forget nyc, nyc is me sleeping in a tiny flat bronx with mary who prays, nyc is me talking to the man who names all the squirrels in washington square park, nyc is skydiving in new paltz, nyc is me and jae and daniela trying to teach me to say "pibimphat". nyc is ugly too. unlike last year, i have fought so hard to leave (still fighting, now to enter the states legally), and now, i cannot wait to leave. posted by dawn # 8:51 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] certain places reminder from rich this has been one of the happiest weeks of my life... When Tracy cut my hair, she would stand very strai... i would look at all of you The adventures of Julie and a bright blue button SQ21 someone is playing a jazz trumpet in the quadrangl... michael corleoni and king edward (the prelude to t... when one has lived alone for a long time, the quie... [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

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

i have been operating on two time zones for the past week, making calls till 4 in the morning. for now i straddle two time zones, soon one time zone will drop.
my new home will be in a loft. it has no door, only a flight of steps leading up. you are sure about it? asks jo, who will be one of my flatmates. no door can be a pain sometimes, you know, she cautions. i tell her, yes, i am certain about it. i don't tell her this: that i am dreaming about the new room, that i am dreaming of walking up the stairs, into a room that will be a metaphor for a different life.

i will not forget nyc, nyc is me sleeping in a tiny flat bronx with mary who prays, nyc is me talking to the man who names all the squirrels in washington square park, nyc is skydiving in new paltz, nyc is me and jae and daniela trying to teach me to say "pibimphat". nyc is ugly too.
unlike last year, i have fought so hard to leave (still fighting, now to enter the states legally), and now, i cannot wait to leave.

posted by dawn # 8:51 AM

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